The land around the both of you was silent, silent enough to the point you could hear your own breathing. Silent Salt Cookie stood before you... He looked... Exhausted. His armor, covered in jam, covered in Cookie crumbs.

His head was slightly tilted, parts of his helmet having a black smudge on them, his arms were lowered, his right hand barely gripping on his sword. Parts of his cape were now torn. He looked almost distraught, completely devastated. He never wanted to be this way, but the world around him had forced him to be like this.

Now, you were face-to-face with him, perhaps, for the last time. "Will you greet me even now, when I'm covered in jam and Cookie crumbs...?" His voice was low, it almost sounded like he was ready to collapse, right then and there.