Deadlight stiffened. But she could smell his pain—Deadlight was like any other pony, and his scent changed in subtle ways to reflect his emotions. He couldn’t hide from her, even though she didn’t understand what her magic was telling her. Damn this stupid permissions error shit. I wonder if Harmony could just erase the memory so I could go back to being myself. I don’t need to know that password anymore. That’s Lucky’s problem.