“Twilight.” Celestia’s voice still sounded soft, reproving. “Listen to me. I know how frightening this is, but you don’t have all the facts. I told you I was sending her to Tartarus—that is exactly what I did.” She pointed at the skeleton with one hoof. It had already started cooling, a strange layer of filmy white appearing along the edge of the silvery metal. Like rust, but the wrong color and much too fast. “This doesn’t mean she’s dead. It just confirms everything I told you. Lucky Break was incredibly dangerous—”