Sarah didn’t care about the gun anymore. She got up, glaring back at him. “We’ve had this song and dance already, Pharynx! You don’t believe us, fine! You don’t have to come! Hell, you could send blindfolded idiots to go with us, so long as you could secretly get them back later to hear their testimony! I don’t want your damn broken starship and neither does Forerunner! We’ll build our own! And the ponies can fuck right off with how they want you to think. We ended the quarantine. We deposed Celestia. I think we’ve made our disagreements quite apparent.”