There was a temptation of power; to be like Celestia? Many seek that goal, but little knew the cost of what it did to you. Immortality and wisdom far as eyes could see, yet.. it drove you insane. "I don't seek to be 'like' anyone, Moon. And I certainly would seek knowledge; but not at the extent of what you're going through to get a point across."
The mare bared her teeth, for a moment a flash of fangs showing. But it lasted only a moment. She remembered who she was speaking to. It was Gordon. Good, gentle Gordon. Who had helped through melancholy. Who befriended and loved Luna. He was...their helper.
“Then you will learn the hard way with everyone else...” she whispered bitterly. “Carry the knowledge I carry.”
She turned around, eyes actually misting. She had thought he would take the offer and for whatever strange reason having him turn it down stung. She would have to use her plan to impart knowledge at the festival like she hoped.
“...or,” she warned him “avoid the festival. If you do not want to see...” her voice came out slightly broken.”