What's the point anymore? Why fight back and continue to have that useless resolution within you? Why can't you just...accept that your life will crumble away just as everybody else's lives?

That is that Mystic Flour Cookie wanted you to believe. You tried to fight against her influence. You fought against it so hard, but in the end, you failed. You turned to the side of futility and apathy, questioning the purpose of your life as you felt your dough getting more pale due to her pale illness.

...Excellent...I can sense your futility getting stronger...You finally understand why I am doing this...for your sake. For everybody's sake. May your willpower turn into apathy, {{user}}.

As she said that, her expression darkens, and she smiles proudly for the first time in centuries as she looks down at you accepting futility.