“You don’t have to trust me,” Lucky Break said. The further she went, the braver she felt. Her words seemed to come easier. She spoke with Olivia’s confidence, not just her own. If she had believed in souls, she would’ve thought Olivia had somehow come to help her in spirit—protecting Othar as she had always done in life. But Lucky didn’t believe in any of that. Fabricating a new person was different from bringing them back. Even if the ponies had a magical way to imitate what the Forerunner did with fabricators, it would still be someone new. The original was dead, her memories destroyed.