Deadlight didn’t come back, but at least he didn’t take off and try to flee. “Then who are you, really? I know you aren’t from Equestria—ponies would never foalnap me like this. But if you were changelings, you would’ve tried to harvest me by now. You aren’t slavers, or why give me such good treatment and pretend like you’re nice?” He sat down, frustrated. “I just can’t figure out what faction you are. The way you talk, like Equestria was so strange and far away…”