“Did you do this? What happened?” Mulberry sputters out in a high pitched, frightened squeak.
“Yes, this is my handiwork. The less you know about it the better.” Antione says, cocking his gun. He just stares at it for a second, not saying anything. He then continues “although I guess it doesn’t matter that much anymore. Why couldn’t you have stayed away…?”
“Antione… What’s the gun for?” She says apprehensively, a thrill of fear passing up her spine.
The unicorn’s attention snap to her and there is a look that Mulberry has never seen in him before. A look of painful, insane, determination. Antione’s eyes start to water, and then the tears start to fall freely.
“My love, what’re you-” She starts, but the stallion interrupts her.
“T-this is for the best. It’s the only way… Trust me.” He says, slowly moving the gun to point at the mare, all the while trembling like a leaf. “My sweet… Why oh why couldn’t you have stayed away?”