Rarity took a sip of her wine, smile not leaving her face.  "Good.  Let 'em be.  He needed a push in the right direction.  I don't care if he thought it was for the best, or even that he's lied for this long.  They're both miserable and I'm sick of seeing them moping over the past."  An amused chuckle left her lips.  "You're right about one thing though: he can be rather dense."