"And what about when you die? You're not immortal, there's no guarantee you ever will be. Ponies have searched throughout history for ways to extend their livelihood and failed miserably," Vespa declared, her hoof twisting into the floor as she said so. "So you might be right, you may be able to feed the entire hive and we can all be happy... until the day you die. It will be the saddest day for all you had meant to this hive, but also the bloodiest day, for our hive, especially if you were to live with two queens, would be split. Changelings used to living under two rulers wouldn't know who to follow, whether tradition was right or not. We'd break out into a civil war and our hive would be the weakest it'd ever been afterwards. Our enemies would move in to finish us all off."