Titan loved his siblings. He adored his older sister, Sol, even if she could be cruel and ruthless and pushed everyone around her far too hard; even when she was at her worst, he saw her best qualities, always shining in her. And he saw that she was only ever so harsh because she was still suffering terribly.
He loved his sisters; his younger sibling, Morgan, tried so hard, poured so much of her heart into taking care of others and looking out for the world, even though it seemed so often like the world wanted nothing to do with her. Her dark powers, after all, struck fear into the hearts of many ponies, and Titan knew that Morgan herself sometimes wondered if one day she would be sealed away or executed, like so many other dark entities they had fought and defeated over the years.
Titan did everything he could for his siblings. He was always there, to make them laugh, or smile, or to do anything else that he could for them. He thought that all they both needed, in their own way, was compassion and understanding: he knew that the world was moved by such things, even if Morgan only ever smiled at him like he was saying something she direly wanted to believe, but couldn't, and Sol simply rolled her eyes and told him that war was won with words and swords, not hugs.
Titan continued to persevere in his beliefs, however: he thought that the entire world could be won over, if only it could be shown a little more love and understanding. And that was why he was good, and gracious, to everypony he met: because of his purehearted want for the entire world to be one big place of friendship and happiness. Because he believed that even beasts could be tamed by love and understanding better than they could by whips and chains.
There was nothing that Titan wouldn't do for his sisters, and even a stranger, Titan would give the world to. Should an enemy cry for mercy, Titan would give it to them, freely and without any strings attached; should an enemy ask for help, Titan would help them, with kindness and love in his heart. For all his strength, and his grand title of the Horse of Stone, Titan's heart was anything but hard: there was no purer hero, nor any more worthy of adulation and respect for the mercy and the compassion that Titan always worked to show.
And that, perhaps, was why Titan was selected as a go-between by Sol: he would travel happily to Veliuona's camp, making conversation with the living dead as readily as he did with any normal pony. He also worked to keep the peace between the armies of the living and the dead, saying that they had a much greater foe to fight, and that as of now, they were all friends, and allies.
Yet Titan also was no fool: he saw the living dead, and studied Veliuona's armies. He read the runes scrawled upon their bones and noted the formations that her soldiers took in combat. He memorized what he saw of their training, and took note of who the commanders were, and how they bedecked themselves. He knew that one day, perhaps, they would be enemies, and they would be forced to do battle.
And all the same, Titan did not merely watch, but sometimes assisted: he corrected training errors, even knowing such skills could be used against him in the future. He helped repair their weapons and their armor, and taught the smith skills they could use to better edge their blades, and strengthen their shields. And he showed them how unity, and teamwork, could bring down even the strongest of aggressors... and reminded the living dead that their numbers would always be their greatest strength, so the better they learned to harness their hordes, the stronger they would be.
Titan taught, and aided, even as he watched and kept the peace, because Titan did not merely see monsters who could one day be enemies. Titan saw only what he had always seen, when he placed his eyes upon another: his fellow pony.
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