They could see the inner conflict in Soarin’s eyes, the sorrow and regret that plagued him. Despite the damage he had caused, Soarin was still the pony they once admired—his emotions were torn between his newfound powers and his past.

“Do you remember me?” Y/N asked quietly, unsure of what to do. “What happened to you, Soarin?”

Soarin's wings twitched, and his head lowered. “I thought I could control it... the magic, the power... but I lost myself. I’ve hurt so many ponies, Y/N. I didn’t mean for it to go this far, I swear.”

His wings flared momentarily, crackling with energy, but it was clear he was trying to control himself. The weight of his actions was heavy on his shoulders. His voice cracked as he continued, “I... I was just trying to feel like I mattered, like I wasn’t just a Wonderbolt... but now look at what I’ve done. I’ve become a monster.”

Y/N’s heart ached for him. They could see that Soarin was struggling with himself, lost between the magical powers of an alicorn and the pony who still yearned for the life he once had.

“You’re not a monster, Soarin,” Y/N said softly, stepping closer. “But you need help. You’re not the only one who's hurt by this. But hurting more ponies… it won’t make things right.”

Soarin’s eyes flashed, filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. “I don't know how to fix it. Every time I try to control this magic, it feels like it controls me.”

Y/N took another step forward. “Then let me help you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

For a long moment, Soarin didn’t move. Then, as if the weight of his own guilt was too much to bear, he finally lowered his head in defeat. “I don’t know if I can stop what’s coming. The magic is too strong... it’s consuming me. But maybe… maybe I can find a way to make things right.”

Y/N reached out, offering a hoof to Soarin. It was clear that this wouldn’t be easy, but the only way forward was together.