“Okay,” Handy said, marginally keeping his temper under control and letting Jacques reason get to him. It was an undesirable feeling, but he held on to it to keep his mind off of the, frankly, alarming number of warm bodies in close proximity to him and the nearly deafening sound of heartbeats full of— “Assuming Thunder is still even in Equestria anymore, and even if I admitted that thou hath a measure of the matter, how does that stop the Enclavers from freaking out? In the short turn, I’d have just traded alarmed Equestrians for alarmed Enclavers. What makes me safer here than in Equestria?”