She could see now why Forerunner had not wanted Lightning Dust to see this. “So that’s why they hate us in Dodge Junction,” she stammered, after several minutes of silence. “We flew in and murdered a pegasus in the night.” Not just any pegasus mare, either. A pegasus mare who had the same face as every scientist in Othar. The same face she saw in the mirror. Except a little more mature. “Th-that murder is the reason I exist, isn’t it?”