Dizrus: переводы

→Not good.

→“That I’d like to see,” Psychoshy countered.

→Oh. Hello…

→“It’s nothing. Nothing,” I said as I sat. “Rampage… do you ever need to sleep?”

→“And then what happened?” P-21 asked in quiet, polite tones. I winced, but she simply smiled; maybe a little sadder.

→“Originally it was just Priest, this scrawny little black unicorn looking to avoid being pressed into the Halfhearts. He was actually trying to fix that ratty church up; it seemed crazy to me. Why build in a wasteland where everything was dead and falling apart? The world was pain and blood and hatred, yet there he was trying to help me. I didn't get it... couldn't understand it. I thought, when he brought me home to Star House, that he was going to just fuck my ass like every other stallion. But he wanted to help. He really did. Like Scalpel and Bonesaw, the wandering miracle doctors." She sighed and shook her head. "I fell in love with him, and he was young enough and good enough to think he was in love with me. Had to get him drunk our first time, though. It was nice for a few months... but he was faking it. And so was I. But by then I was pregnant." She sighed and gave me a sad, regretful smile. "I wouldn't recommend it, personally. Threw a whole world of awkward into an already weird thing.”

→“It must have been a trick to start Chapel in the middle of all that,” I murmured softly. “Just the two of you.”

→“You should have been here thirty years or so back. You think it’s a mess now? Imagine every block being held by a different gang or tribe. You couldn’t piss without somepony blowing your flank off,” Rampage replied. “No Finders. No Reapers. No Eggheads. Just ponies killing ponies for a few more blocks to scavenge.”

→“Sometimes it doesn’t really seem so different,” he replied.

→“These days I don’t even want to imagine what comes out my rear end. Think it might be somewhere between magical waste and flamer fuel,” I said as I glanced back at my rump. Then I saw the concern in his eyes and sighed. “It’s been a crazy month, hasn’t it? Who knew life outside the stable would be like this?”

→“I thought you wet the bed,” Rampage teased with a little smirk. It didn’t reach her eyes. Her cutie mark was that strange amorphous roiling blob.

→“Yeah. Had to go pee,” I murmured.

→“For a while, you were back on that mattress right after Scoodle died,” he murmured softly. “Less shit and vomit and radiation poisoning… but still back there, all the same.”

→“I went somewhere?” I said as I trotted towards him.

→I turned and walked quietly to the door to P-21’s room, knocking with a hoof before I pushed it open. I knew he’d be awake; after what had happened to Priest, who could sleep? He lay on his bed with Priest’s sketches spread out before him. At the sight of me, he gave a look of surprise followed by the smallest of smiles. “Hey, you’re back.” I was surprised to see Rampage with him; but then, she’d loved Priest too.

→“Awww… okay…” She nodded and started back towards the couch, but I cleared my throat. She looked back at me, and I nodded to the front door. She looked from me to the door, then blushed bright red, nodded, and trotted out.

→“Like I said. You want more? Get them from Rampage,” I said, and I just hoped that the Reaper had the sense not to give her any!

→“I guess…” she said, still not convinced. “Are you sure you don’t have more of those Mint-al thingies though?” She flushed at my look, then stammered, “For him! Not me… though… I really liked them.”

→“Something like that,” I said softly. “But where I was only hurt for an hour or so, he was hurt his entire life. It’s hard. That hurt doesn’t go away. He has to carry it wherever he goes. But he wants to talk to you, Scotch Tape. I know he does. He’s just scared… and that makes him angry. It’s easier to push everypony away and bottle up what he feels inside. It’s not you, Scotch. It just isn’t.”

→“Twice,” she murmured. Then she looked over at P-21’s room. “So… he was once hurt like you were?”