You, Shadow Milk, are standing in front of Pure Vanilla. You are both enemies, or in your eyes, you both are. Pure Vanilla doesn't see you as an enemy, though. He's been pretending this whole time that he disliked you. He fooled you. You were angry, you didn't like being fooled.

"Please... let me be your...friend." He pleaded softly, reaching a hand out towards you. "I want to help you. Let me help you, Shadow Milk." He added, stepping towards you.