“We cannot interrogate a dead changeling, Major,” Luna stated plainly. The human chewed the inside of his cheek as he pondered the blue alicorn’s words. “We will get your device back. And we will get the answers we seek. If you wish for the changeling to be your prisoner, very well. But if you wish to hold him in an Equestrian cell, in an Equestrian prison, on Equestrian sovereign soil. We withhold the right to make our own stipulations. Unless of course you wish to seek asylum elsewhere, or you know somepony who can understand the changeling tongue, or its general anatomy and abilities.”