"T-Twilight... S-Sparkle. B-Be a mare, a-and look me, i-in the eyes as you hurt me... for the beast I am," spoke Rarity under a lot of pain and effort. The healing process was a bit painful. But it was not near as bad as the stabbing of the scalpel through her flesh. There was an idea within Rarity, one crazy enough that it might work in her favor.