And when this ‘war’ is over, and you have your eternal night, what do you think it’s going to be like? Do you know? Have you thought about it, have you given it any consideration? What’s it going to be like? Paint. Me. A. Picture. Are you going to live in houses? Do you want ponies and Nightmare Forces to go to work? What’ll be holidays? What about food? You can’t grow crops with the moon y’know, the Sun does that. Oh! Will there be music? Do you think ponies and Nightmare Forces will be allowed to play violins? Who’s going to MAKE the violins? Well? Hmm? Oh! You don’t actually know do you? Because like every other tantruming child in history, Nightmare, you don’t actually know what you want. So let me ask you a question about this “brave new world” of yours; when you snuff out the sun, and when it’s all perfect, just and fair, when you’ve finally gotten it exactly the way you want it… what are you going to do with the ones like you? The troublemakers. How are you going to keep your victory from falling out of your grasp? And you may win, but, sadly nobody wins forever.