Only a voice followed behind them. Olivia was running for her life now, not caring about the trail of hydraulic fluid she left behind. The walkway was much wider than a pony, obviously built for some other kind of creature. “You or I, yes. We’re Harmony’s slaves. But the Storm King… he is free. That’s what makes him our king, one who deserves the position. Your greatest achievements were accomplished while you were free, too.”