“No,” Celestia said, walking off the edge of the console. Her body spanned the many screens at the front of the bridge, which displayed an image of empty space. Somewhere out there was the Agamemnon, though nowhere near this close to Equus. Celestia moved between the screens looking far more real than some recording. “No, I’m really here. Or… I guess I’m really transmitting here. I can’t visit in person without making things even harder than they already are. And… honestly, after everything I’ve put you though, you’re probably happier if I don’t visit.