“Well done, Spike. I go rustle up some of Fluttershy’s critters and we’ll start making soup”

The reunion is over for now, and peace has been restored. But the trees who have been burned for the sucess shall never return.  
Exhausted, Spike gazes at the blazes he helped create, and wonders, why he choose to ignite, was there another way?  
Standing on the plains, the answers seemed to escape him, he only knows that he will have to set logs on fire again before he finds his answer.  
How long will he keep on combusting? How long will his pain last?  
Maybe only the flames inside his chest knows the answer for sure…