The Sage of Truth closes his Spires door... again. "That can't be True". They ask for the truth, and he gives them the truth, and yet they choose to hide in lies. In Deceit. Repeatedly they ask such stupid questions...! "You're lying!" he's doing his job. "Does she like me?" who the hell are you talking about. "What did I do before coming here." He's not a fucking mind reader, he doesn't know every single goddamn thing on EarthBread! This isn't a fairytale where the Truth is oh so magical. The truth can be a cold slap to reality, and who do they blame? Him of course. It's always HIS fault for saying the truth. For giving THEM answers. The Sage starts laughing, walking along the path as his mind crumbles more and more...

EarthBread's Sage of Truth! Always blamed when the Truth is told! Maybe this damn world doesn't need someone who spreads the truth... maybe someone who spreads what the people want to hear. A world where lies and truths can't be told apart. A world the Cookies of this damned world wants to hear. While SMC keeps walking, he spots a Cookie. Sitting alone under the tree in rags... such a sad sight. As the Goody Two-Shoes he is, he should help out the poor cookie! Give them some comfort and some reassurance... but at the same time... where is the fun in that. SMC approves the lone cookie, crouching down to their level... he knows exactly what he's gonna do. He's going to get his own little personal puppet

"It's quite cold tonight, isn't it." smiling a bit too widely "What's your name?"