Maybe if it had been just herself, Olivia would’ve obeyed. But if she was captured, there was a chance these ponies would be able to use what they learned to hurt Othar. She would not allow those who she was protecting to die. Conditioning buried deep in Olivia’s mind switched like a light—conditioning beaten into her under layers and layers of drugs and near-torture. She was being irrational. She had no reason to obey these ponies, and every reason to resist. She would escape.