[Though he doesn't have his Soul Jam anymore, and his stronger senses to the frustrations others feel, that little exhale tells him enough. Caviar hurts, in a way Pure Vanilla understands. His cookies were being hurt in a War. Different than that of the Vanilla Kingdom, but a War none the less. One of attrition and rampant greed from those who fled to save themselves. There's a deep sense of shame that he can't tamp down. While he was glad Vanillians had escaped and survived, to proceed to set up walls of classism. Simply because they were baked different!
And he can't help his noise of shock to the knowledge the Elders were... are feeding them sand and gravel.]
Sand and- No! How could they?!
[Not just forcing them out of their own lands to build their glory and claim prosperity, but to then foist such cruelty on them. And to think, he was in such high spirits when he returned to the Vanilla Kingdom, pleased with the saving of the Republic and their expedition to Beast-Yeast about to commence. While Cookies were suffering.
His heart aches so deeply it's almost painful.]
I'm so sorry, if I had known I would have stayed, attempted to help!
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And he can't help his noise of shock to the knowledge the Elders were... are feeding them sand and gravel.]
Sand and- No! How could they?!
[Not just forcing them out of their own lands to build their glory and claim prosperity, but to then foist such cruelty on them. And to think, he was in such high spirits when he returned to the Vanilla Kingdom, pleased with the saving of the Republic and their expedition to Beast-Yeast about to commence. While Cookies were suffering.
His heart aches so deeply it's almost painful.]
I'm so sorry, if I had known I would have stayed, attempted to help!