Part of Polar was tired and wanted to just let the little idiot go out and get herself killed. One less problem in the world, right? But if that happened, she’d never rest. Assuming she got to sleep tonight, she’d probably wake up tomorrow to hear Amanita’s pained gasps rasping up from the bottom of the cliff where she’d be lying, broken and crippled. Polar figured there was a difference between out-and-out murder and letting somepony dance to their death, but at the moment, she considered them one and the same. She reared and spread her legs, blocking the door completely. “You ain’t leaving,” she said. “Period.”