“Psh.” Melody waved one wing through the air dismissively. But she couldn’t exactly argue what he’d said—she had promised. It was only her old self that wanted to come. Probably her clone would have that covered. “I dunno why that would matter even if I did go with you and get exploded right over space. If Lucky could come back, I can too. Both of us can. We’re as immortal as the Storm King, even if…” They hadn’t figured out a way to bring anyone back. It had to be out there, a simple matter of the right spell. Lucky even had a spell, but what they lacked was the energy to make it work. Forerunner had postulated that there were many methods, and that Discord had given them one specifically chosen to be non-reproducible outside of working for him. The longer they tried to get it to work again, the more likely that seemed.