At their voice-- (legion, he thinks) Aaron stiffens up like an iron rod, muscles gone completely tense, fighting back the urge to quail; biting back a startled whine. He looks down, and sees only black, so he looks back up and focuses on the bright beacon of Celestia's horn-- not the eyes, not the encroaching, pulsing darkness just out of visibility.

"I agree with Celestia. She does-- she does outrank all of us, doesn't she?"

She's a Princess. That has to count for something.