She could understand them easily now, and it didn’t matter whether they wanted her to. “You’ve stolen a powerful weapon,” Celestia said, her mane blasting out from behind her as the little bubble became fully transparent. Olivia could still somehow sense its outlines now, like a barrier of invisible pressure in the room around them. “But we do not make weapons that can be turned against their creators. You will not be able to harm either of us with that. You are as good as captured.”