Sarah could hear the changelings moving on the other side of the stone now. Their words were muffled by the barrier between them and all the refuse on the floor, but Sarah could still make them out quite clearly. We don’t have much time. She had thought it might be days before Pharynx moved against them, and that he might at least have some restraint against his own kind. But why would he? They kill each other all the time in Irkalla. They can just come back, they don’t think of it as being that serious. Even here on the surface, with a subjugated Canterlot before their eyes…