“No!” she insisted. “It’s for this.” She gestured at the machine. “You’re probably right. The Forerunner agrees with your speculation that the differences between each of the native subspecies are somehow significant. We might need samples to make our cure, and the major won’t even hear about anyone going back to Equestria. After they killed Karl… she isn’t going to risk losing more of us unless she has to. Do you think ponies would help us with a cure if we asked?”