“No,” Lucky said, straightening a little. Not that they had much hope—even if Discord left at this exact moment, and whatever strange magic had frozen them in place faded away, they were now open to the elements. At this speed, the jumper would tear itself to bits in seconds. They would all die. I might not, wearing this suit. I have no idea how much stress it can take. Everypony else, though… Then, far deeper, another thought. I won’t leave Mom. “Why’d you destroy our ship if you didn’t come here to kill us?” She pointed at the opening with her covered wing. “We were moving at Mach 4. We’ll explode into a million pieces.”