He hoped that Lyra's assessment of the situation was correct, because if it wasn't, he was going to spend the rest of his life regretting this moment. He'd seen how fast Lyra had moved in the hospital, and he could only assume that Princess Celestia was even quicker. He couldn’t even imagine what she might be capable of—he’d felt the power radiating off of her on the embassy lawn. Even on the beach, he’d felt something; here it was magnified a thousandfold.