Dust laughed. “No, no. Harmony is just…” She grunted. “I’m not the best pony to talk about it, probably. But the ones who do usually talk about it like it’s a… pony’s natural sense of right and wrong. It’s this thing ponies are supposed to feel, that makes them want to be nice to each other. Makes them want to be friends.” Dust rolled her eyes. “I don’t think it’s real. Just an expression ponies use.”