“I would like to meet with you and show you the proof,” she said. “I only want a chance to show you what I’ve learned. It’s too dangerous to tell you over the radio—anyone could be listening.” Or anything. Like Harmony. “Well, I want one other thing. Please don’t tell Celestia about Olivia, or about me. She will kill us.” Lucky glanced sidelong at Lightning Dust. She was still transmitting. “You know what the Nightmare soldiers did before Celestia gave them to her sister. Before Luna gave them to you.”