Chyrsalis held her hateful glare for a moment longer, but it slid off her face as the disgraced Queen began to chuckle. She closed her eyes, looking down and shaking her head. "Do you truly believe that, Antennae?" She asked, snapping her head up as she opened her eyes. "Do you truly believe that you and your flock of impertinent rebels can simply burn a few flags, leave the Hive and sing the praises of new beginnings, all while cowering under the wings of one of our enemies?"



Antennae tensed, but otherwise remained stoic.



"Do you really think it is that simple, my daughter? That you can just make a speech and everything will be alright?" Chrysalis hissed. "Tell me: how exactly do you plan on getting all this done? Hmm? Have little Pinkie throw a party? Invite ponies to this new Hive you plan to build? Or maybe find a pony groom!" She sneered at her daughter, making the younger Changeling cringe.



Antennae glared. "You dare to--" she growled, but her mother cut her off.



"HA!" Chrysalis barked, a lightning bolt punctuating her laughter.

Thunder rumbled, and it started to rain.



Chrysalis' chuckles returned. "Make all the speeches you wish, little Antennae. You and your flock of cowards may build your new Hive, sign your treaties, and make whatever bumbling attempts at founding your own Swarm--all under the watchful eye of the ever-benevolent Princesses." she finished, snapping her gaze over to Celestia.



The rain had built up, and was now reaching a downpour. Thunder rumbled across the sky like a million rocks in a landslide, and lightning arced through the clouds.



The Solar Princess glared daggers at the Changeling Queen, but kept quiet.



Chrysalis held her smug glare. "Now then, little Antennae: you've managed to get Celestia on your side for this quest of yours... but what if what you seek is impossible? Hmm? What if we Changelings cannot be anything BUT parasites, at the most basic level? What if, despite all the efforts of you and your band, you cannot fight our nature? What then, my dear daughter?"



Antennae flinched, and moved closer to Celestia. "We...we can! I can do it! I--I know we can! ...If we can't--"



"--Then you've singed the death warrant for our entire species," Chrysalis finished, smirking in triumph. The rain had now reached a torrent, soaking the landscape. Celestia had cast a shield protecting herself and Antennae, but Chrysalis was left to take the full brunt of the pounding rain. "If you cannot reform your Changelings as you wish, then, my little Antennae, you will still be an enemy and a threat to Equestria."



Her gaze flicked to Celestia.



"And you can't have THAT, can you, Princess?"



Chrysalis cackled and teleported away, leaving the pair alone.



As soon as her mother vanished, Antennae broke. She collapsed to the ground and hugged Celestia tight as she could. "P-Please, Celestia! If I can't do it... please let us live! Banish us if you want, but please, PLEASE don't exterminate my Changelings!!"



Celestia draped a wing over the weeping child. "Don't cry, my little Changeling," she soothed. "You can reform them. They already left Chrysalis' tyranny. That alone means it is possible for them to change their nature for the better. Please do not cry; I would never hurt you..."



In a flash of golden light, they also warped away.