“Shut up!” Lucky shouted, stepping forward. “I’m trying to think!” What could she possibly say to convince the Alicorn of her intentions? There were so many voices, so many assumptions changing. There was some relief in there—Olivia was alive! But some of that was dread. Olivia’s suicide would’ve protected them. If she was captured, it was at least possible that the enemy knew where Othar was. They could know a great deal about humans, about their nature and abilities.