She stepped closer. “Ponies like us have done terrible things. We can’t ever really forget—all we can do is try to make up for it. Every day, for the rest of our lives. I think that’s why you were hunting slavers, instead of running from me. I think it’s why you didn’t kill my friend. Her name is Trixie, by the way. She’s quite a talented magician. You should come to one of her shows sometime.”