"However, my lesson does not extend merely to how you treated friends, no matter how badly you might have treated them." Pinkie looked down in shame, sniffling a little. Her chin was encased in a sliver of soothing blue magic, which pushed her head up so she could look into the kind face of Luna. Despite the horrifying dream Luna had crafted, Pinkie found it impossible to not feel a sense of comfort looking up at her. She was like a sweet, gentle mother speaking to one of her children. Gentle in tone and eyes, but stern in her wisdom. 