“Equus is a prison, pony. A prison for your minds. You’ve been serving the longest life sentences in eternity. When the Storm comes, it will set you free. We are nearly there now…” He advanced on her, trailing blood behind him. But he was slouching, and breathing hard. Whatever that staff did, whatever kind of body was under all that fur, it wasn’t invulnerable. He was wearing out. “The instant we reach the surface, it will be over. The Storm arrives to tear all these minds loose.”