Lucky had heard less incriminating rants from supervillains on TV. Even so, she remembered her whole life here, on the run from the authorities. She remembered what they had tried to do to her. Equestria had tried to squash her until she looked like all the other ponies did. Only Lightning Dust had saved her. Now she knew there were other secrets—whole civilizations dead, without anyone in Equestria having any real notion of what they were seeing. Was it right for her, as an outsider, to interfere?