You fight to resist it, but you start to cry a little. You don’t understand why Lyra is acting so mean. She’s probably done worse than you did. But maybe that’s the point. She wants to scare you into keeping it that way? You wipe your face and ask one last question: What information is she looking for?
Lyra turns away and stares out the window. Then down at her laptop, which she closes. Then back to you, seemingly judging whether you deserve an answer or not. When she finishes, she looks up. Evidently, you passed.
“For a long time now, ponies have been… expecting something from me.“ She starts to poke at the fork beside her. “I’m supposed to… do something, but I don’t know what. Everypony seems to connect me with humans, and I reject it, but maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe that’s somehow related to the thing I’m supposed to do.
Suppose my theory about humans and ponies is true. Suppose we do live in different time periods on the same world. If they came first, suppose there was a way to stop… whatever ultimately happens to them. What if I could find the answer and give it to them?
What if it’s the other way around? What if I could stop us from fading away? If it’s possible- if the answer can exist- if it can even be found… If it’s sensational, obvious, easily discovered, so be it. But if searching the fringe is the only way… Wouldn’t you say we deserve that chance? Surely they don’t deserve to disappear either, if it can be avoided.
I wanted this to be the human world. I wanted proof that we live on different planes of existence. That neither of our fates are sealed. But if I can’t disprove it… I can’t risk being right. I know I’m grasping at straws here, but… Ponies are expecting something from me.
But nopony will believe me- nopony will trust me. Everypony is concerned about something else. They all want me to just… click my hooves together and fix a problem. But maybe the answer isn’t so direct. Maybe my answer isn’t the answer they need.“
After she finishes, Lyra becomes quiet. You aren’t really sure what to say.
