Dusk Shine could never stand by and allow another to suffer. He stared at the dying stallion, and reached into his deepest memories to find only one spell that would save him.

There has always been this base urge in the back of Dusk's mind that drove him to step up and help in anyway he could. Even if it hurt him in the end. Even if it changed him into somepony else. Even if it would cost him his very being.

He was going to push for the use of that spell.