it's time again!

"Av'dioma."
This really had the potential to be the worst morning in the history of the universe. Much how last night had quite possibly been the worst night ever in the history of the universe. Not only had everything gone wrong at the wedding, but things got worse, if that was even possible. Now the world was down one alicorn and yet another fucking unicorn -- and somehow these two weren't just more useless cannon fodder for the unending series of hells Equestria seemed to be stuck in these past few months. No, of course not, they were actually important. And now they were dead, of course, and there was apparently not fuck all anybody could do about it.
RT felt very out of place and extremely uncomfortable in the royal palace. Every time before he'd been here, he'd caused something unbelievably awful to happen, be it blowing the whole castle up to beating the unholy hell out of Celestia. Somehow, he got the feeling today would not be any exception to this rule. Of course, right now he had some more pressing issues to deal with. Mainly involving the fact that he was why Cadence and Shining Armor had died in the first place. Yeah. It's as bad as it sounds. So now he was stuck trying very hard to give the Mane Six some valid reasons not to blow him away with their little deus ex machina cannon while Twilight sat in the corner completely neurotic and unaware of any of the going ons.
Evidently the six minus Twilight wanted no part of RT around their best friend -- presumably for the better, considering how last night she'd almost decked RT in the face a few times and broke Dash's nose in with a chair that she'd thrown. So, awkwardly, they sat in some forgotten room of the endless royal castle, with RT trying really hard to understand what had even happened in the first place.
Unbelievably, they didn't seem to hold much of a grudge. Apparently an alicorn goddess dying and their best friends' brother's getting shot right between the eyes did not in the slightest bit concern them. Or maybe they were just couldn't accept that all this had happened yet. RT assumed the latter, considering they'd spent most of yesterday staring at each other in disbelief and parrotting the same "Oh Celestia" response again and again whenever it was brought up. It's not like this hadn't happened before, because RT remembered all too well the reactions they had after defeating Disclane in that horrific little incident. And, actually, come to think of it, maybe they were traumatized by all of this. Fuck if he knew, since none of them would talk, but he digressed.
"So, any of you guys feel like actually talking today, or what?" RT spoke softly. "I kind of realize that it's a little hard to even grasp what's happened, but..."
"I really, really don't care, RT." replied a very visibly worn Pinkie.
"The hell is wrong with--" Oh, yeah, she was still depressed, wasn't she? Kind of forgot all about that. She didn't exactly make it obvious most of the time, much to the presumed chagrin of any therapists who would dare probe the mind of the pink abomination. RT quickly tried to disassociate himself with what he'd almost just said by completely changing subjects. "Anybody else?"
Total silence.
"Wow."
"Well, you can't blame us. for not really wanting to talk." murmured Applejack from the far corner. "We spent the whole day yesterday being stupid and only making everything worse."
Even though it was totally irrelevant, RT couldn't help but notice the southerner's total lack of a southern accent. Where it'd gone he didn't really know, but he was strangely curious. He made a mental note to accost Applejack on that one when nobody was looking. Unfortunately, the distraction meant RT had a major delay in response to whatever the fuck it was Applejack had said -- he hadn't heard any of it, besides "making everything worse," and even if he, judging by that last line it was probably some self-loathing that he couldn't possibly care less about. Still, he felt like he couldn't just not respond, even though that would have probably been totally okay with everybody in the room.
"Oh come on, you didn't make everything so bad." he said clear across the room. "I mean--"
"Aside from not helping our friend in her time of need, letting her get captured, and then not even noticing. And all the while she has to go and break herself out while still having to deal with the fact that her brother just died right in front of her." pointed out a very, very guilty sounding Applejack. "Don't bullshit us just to try and make us feel like we didn't fuck up, RT. You know just as well that what you said is totally wrong."
RT hadn't really expected this sort of thing from Applejack. Of course, he remembered that this one wasn't the real one -- not technically, anyways. The real one presumably would not use "fuck" in a sentence if it weren't needed, but this one seemed to not have any qualms about that. He kind of couldn't fault her though. For one thing, human swear words not having the same sort of sting and feeling they did in the real world, and for another thing, she was right. To say it was anything less than, in her words, a "fuck up," would have been wrong. They had made a mistake. A bad one. And it had hurt one of their best friends. Slowly, RT sank in to his chair. "Well then," he said with a resigned sigh, "I guess we officially think the same thing."

Not very far away, in the room the five ponies and RT had been in, Twilight was having a very fun day trying not to just jump off a cliff or something to that effect. She'd already tried such a thing before, not very long after Disclane came and destroyed all of Ponyville, and found to her dismay that she was too scared of dying to do it. Not today. Well, okay, maybe not today. She was still absolutely horrified of dying, especially considering that she would either end up in one of two places. Either she'd wake up in a glorious little place called Tartarus - the pony hell, evidently, and where you seemingly went provided you didn't have enough good to balance out your evil or bad. The alternative to that or she'd end up in a white void, wandering aimlessly for the rest of eternity, but then... well. 
Of course, she was now way off of topic -- wasn't she supposed to be trying to kill herself right now or something? She couldn't even remember, simply because of how upset she was thinking about her friends betraying her. Oh well. She felt an uncanny urge to sob painfully into her pillow now anyways, and she could already feel a stray tear or two working down her face. Killing herself, or whatever she was going to do, would have to wait.

RT was still sitting casually in the chair he'd found in that one room the six of them had been relegated to. He'd resolved that it was comfortable enough to justify swivelling it around through the palace like an idiot. The sight was a pretty funny one, since usually you didn't see someone riding  through the palace on what was basically a glorified office chair. It gave the five ponies a laugh, at least, and quite a number of guards.