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[It would have, they both know that. In the past, the fact that Shadow Milk read that much so easily would have infuriated him. Perhaps he would have smashed the nearby doorway for the presumption, or reached for Shadow Milk's throat and strangled him, just as the former had tried not so long ago. His own skin aches with both the memory and the mere desire.]

Knowing how he met his end... If - When he returns, I will know what to expect of his state. How to assist, if needed. [His head bows. Recovery will not be easy. But at least he'll have a chance.

As for the question Shadow Milk poses — it had stood out, when they had discussed it. But there were so many other questions rattling within Silent Salt's head that he had not taken the time to ask. Now, though...]

You lost something, then? Or perhaps, someone?

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[He does almost wait for some kind of reaction to come, even if, for once, he wasn't trying to rile him up.]

Armed with that knowledge will aid his recovery, certainly.

[He takes the kettle off the stove, raises his hand as if to call something with his magic, realizes belatedly that nothing has happened, then he grunts in irritation and pulls a tea canister out of the cabinet.]

[He sets the hot kettle on the table like a barbarian to get the tea canister open, trying to get his claws under the lip of the lid to pry off. truly, being without magic is wretched and awful.]

You've heard that Pure Vanilla Cookie was someone who was here before but lost his memory upon returning, yes? I did not take kindly to the Forest taking what was mine.

[He manages pull back too hard on one of his nails trying to get the lid open, which makes him swear in a couple dead languages before he finally pops the top off and retrieves a few tea bags.]

The morning I woke to his disappearance, I felt my soul torn asunder, a pain I hope you never have to endure.

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[While Shadow Milk busies himself with the tea, Salt turns his attention toward removing his helmet, at the very least. Much as he doesn't relish the idea of showing his face right now, he can't enjoy tea with it on. He'll just have to hope that the other Beast doesn't pay too much attention to how little he can control the emotions that cross his face.

Like how his brows manage to just barely lift at Shadow Milk's failed display. Just a little.]

I have heard this much, yes. [It seems... odd, for one iteration of a Cookie to somehow be different, but so do a great many other things in this place.

The thought is pushed to the back of his mind as he twists, concern briefly lining his features before he remembers exactly who he's dealing with. Even now, some of that camaraderie they once shared comes naturally. Especially of late.

... He wonders if removing his helmet was a terrible idea after all. Especially when Shadow Milk imparts a bitter reminder of his own actions. Salt's violet gaze falls to his still gauntlet-covered hands.]

In many ways, I do not have to imagine it. Not quite. [He should not admit this, not when things are so fraught. Or perhaps it is the only time to admit such things, considering Shadow Milk's limited ability to harm him.] I felt such a tear as I tried to destroy my other half. Through our link, I felt her pain as I attempted to burn her alive.

Now, I must sit and live with what I did to her, every day.

[But that is neither here nor there. He had not meant to turn this revelation around on himself.]

I apologize for not only your loss, but the grief you must have felt, meeting Pure Vanilla Cookie as he is now. Without the memory you two shared.

[This, too, he can relate to.]