“Almost,” Ocellus repeated. And there was a little pleasure in her voice. “Pharynx still has his faction of Old Hive down there, living the traditional way. A few of my uncle’s ponies joined him too. But the rest of us… We weren’t the only ones sick of living underground. The promise of somewhere better to live, with a friendly advanced culture waiting for us… that was good news. Besides, I don’t know how much you saw, but Equestria got, uh… pretty badly ruined. Our little invasion seems like an angry argument compared to what the Storm King did, so lots of old grudges just don’t matter anymore.”