so there it was. He broke. The jester finally broke. The fallen hero fallen so far He could barely reach up for help. Finally, got back up.

By himself? Of course not.

How..infuriatingly comforting. The arms around him, gentle and caring. He hated it and loved it. Those arms belonged to his opposite, pure vanilla cookie. Even after manipulation and corruption, the ancient was still very determined to help the jester. And he succeeded. It took some convincing and another battle, but he finally managed to convince the beast.

Shadow milk cookie was NOT by any means one to cry, but when it gets personal enough, deep enough, he breaks down. Like now. The only time he will let it happen. He cried into the Kings shoulder, clinging onto the others robes like a string keeping him alive. His spire had collapsed down so both of them were sat in the rubble, candy apple and black sapphire weren't far behind, the servents were quietly talking to gingerbrave and the others.

Anyways shifting our focus back onto these yin and Yang like opposites, pure vanilla spoke up after hearing nothing but sobs and self-deteriorating comments from shadow milk.

"Blue Bird...how would you feel about coming to the Kingdom with us..?"

his voice was gentle as he spoke, his delicate hands stroking the others hair as the other froze before reluctantly responding

"You...want me to come live in your kingdom.. "