“You think so?” Luna tilted her head slightly to one side. “I was there, only moments ago. My sister killed her soldiers. She is alone with her now, and the pony who adopted her. If you couldn’t beat her, I don’t think a translator’s odds will be much better. But…” She glanced over her shoulder, towards the distant flicker of firelight. “But Harmony will not destroy the ones you are creating. It is so pleased to have new minds to teach, it would never give up thousands of children to protect. Even if your city burns, its people will survive. Harmony has modified the hardware creating them, without your “Forerunner’s” knowledge. Their essence will be gathered before they even wake—you will lose no more of your friends.”