[By this time, Arcee's managed to talk Flare down from her violent fervor... barely. And she's left with more than a little mild despair.]

We may need to make the call, somewhere along the line. I'm all for the power of miracles, but all I've seen these past few years are smoke and mirrors, weapons masqueraded as "for the greater good".

If anypony can figure out how to pull it off, it's a Twilight, though.

[Damn magical uberpferds.]