The bat pony turned back. To Lucky’s shock, there were tears in his eyes. From this stallion who’d been so strong—strong enough to bed Lucky’s own clone—it was a strange thing. She’d never heard of him crying, even when he’d been a captive in Othar. “I wondered if you would figure it out…” he whispered, after a long time. “I didn’t think it would be her. I wish she didn’t have to see the end.”