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( Pure Vanilla frowns grimly. He understands Shadow Milk enough to know that if it was truly upsetting him as much as it has, then what he had known as the truth was... not the case at all. Perhaps... the truth was simply something that was being protected.

Pure Vanilla knows -- lies can hurt, but... the truth can hurt just as horribly.

He looks to White Lily for a moment. Just as what Shadow Milk had learned, her words speak a harsh truth. )

If you were without knowledge of the truth, then I believe that it is not without reason.

Shadow Milk Cookie... for something to have hurt you so, then it must have been a truth that you strongly believed in. It is not something that you alone have done or experienced.

( He reaches forward then, gently cupping on his cheeks, thumb circling around skin gently. )

Both of us are here to listen, no matter what the truth may be.

[Shadow Milk is eerily quiet at first before there’s a lurch almost, from his chest. Something distraught and unhinged bubbles out of him, laughter of someone who’s been broken for thousands of years.]

[He sits there being cupped and held by gentle hands but the tears fall regardless, Milkcrown blooming denser on the ground around them.]

The Witches had abandoned us. Their silence had been a curse, a black spot in my mind. Tirelessly I worked! To burn down everything around me, to drag as many down with me as I could! To destroy everything I had ever cared about, just to get their attention.

[He pulls away, curls up against his knees and fists his hair.]

It was all for nothing! The Witches had never come back! What a hilarious lie we were all fed! Hahahaha! Sealed by the one I worked so hard to bring down with me! In the end he was the one who had the last laugh! Upstaged by that fool, I can’t believe it!

[By the end his voice is frayed, raw. He sounds like he might start screaming or sobbing its hard to say which, perhaps he will dig his nails right into his skin again.]

( lily listens, eyes growing wider and face growing paler with every word echoing in her mind-

silent salt cookie had lost everything at the hands of his fellow virtues. and in turn... in turn, he had sealed them and himself away.

a betrayal on both sides, heartache that seemed completely inevitable for everyone involved- was this the way the beasts were meant to be? abandoned, self-sabotaging, backstabbing? and the witches... the witches-

but she's quickly ripped from her thoughts as he starts clawing at himself again. lily pulls his hands away, holding them tightly in her own. )

Shadow, please, don't... we're with you, now.

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