Olivia clicked her own helmet in place, and the sound of speech was replaced with the synthesized version into her ears. It would be much quieter that way—and it might actually be necessary to whisper. Though not until they left the ship. “Maybe,” Olivia said. “I’m sure Harmony would get involved if it thought Sanctuary was threatened. But all the previous times, it waits until the last second. Melody’s fake memories… it must’ve known Discord had space-ships waiting. But it didn’t do a damn thing, even when they were sitting on the launchpad. Or maybe the Storm King knows its rules so well that he won’t ever screw up.”