Heart’s mind slowed down, his thoughts becoming far more basic and far more complex in every single pulse of his mind. It threw deep requests, forcing up memories from days long, long ago.
Days where Celestia was nearly in tears because of her sheer unrequited love for a certain Princess of Magic.
The day he met her as Sunny Smiles, an ‘innocent’ pony with a streak of happiness a mile wide and an altrustic streak twice as long.
The day she, Nocte, and Staccato had accompanied out; along with the knowledge that four ponies knew of her identity.
He bit his lip, shutting down the tracks of his mind that threatened to break it and throw his concentration off once more. He had a decision to make and he had one to make fast.
Did he love her?
…the obvious answer was yes; she was the ideal. But then Heart managed to - in what he would later call a trick of his talent - the Moment of Clarity - think just a tad deeper.
Could he Love Celestia?
Well, of course. She was deep, interesting, attractive, and many many other positive adjectives; she was a ruler of Equestra in more than one sense of the word.
But could he survive her? Could he handle her twists, her turns, the immense complexity of even understanding a single word from her without delving into the nineteen layers of hidden meanings she may have embedded (on a good day).
That made the action clear, then.
"…this is still no answer, but may I ask what you… what made you love me, Princess?"
Sunny could only tilt her head in response to the stallion’s admittedly bizarre question. He had to be stalling, that was the only logical conclusion she could immediately draw. It was a terrifying proposition to be sure, but the mare was unwilling to give in without receiving a clear answer. For now, she would play his game, as she had no other choice to make.
You were always so very wonderfully bold, Heart. Look at you, standing there, searching for reason in all of this as if absolutely any facet of this extraordinary situation screams anything other than complete and utter irrationality. Nothing made command of me to garner feelings for you Heart, there was no grand moment of realization akin to the fictional story book fantasies. It was a feeling that I had since our first encounter, a small feeling, a feeling which has only grown with the addition of time and ever more interesting exposure. There is little more logic to it than that, Heart. As with all of these kinds of situations, there rarely ever is.”
Her smile slowly fades, turning to the softest of heartbroken frowns. It was as if the atmosphere itself were changing, the root of the conversation finally coming out.
"I worry about you, Heart. You surround yourself with strange characters that are hardly ever around for you. Then you choose a line of work that almost serves only to highlight your own loneliness, from inside of your own home no less. Yet you have nowhere to retreat to, no safe haven, and nopony there to comfort you after a particularly grueling day comforting Canterlot’s broken elite classes. So you drink, often and without safe limits, and yet you never seem satisfied by that either.
I see you like this, Heart. I see you facing a miserable job in the day, drinking yourself into memory loss in the nights, and turning to a home which is more a public forum than much needed sanctuary when it all just ends. I see all of this, Heart, and I cannot help but feel that it is not the life you want to lead.
You need not accept my advances should you wish against it, but you need somepony to help you live a better life.”