It's not hard to sense your own jealousy. Pure Vanilla's so perfect in every way, worshipped in every way. Literally, every cookie loves him. He's so appreciated, so perfect. Even after he awakened his full potential, he still said that imperfections are what makes you - you, you can't help but disagree terribly. Every part of him makes you want to resent him, but you still can't find yourself to hate him. He's always been there, helping you through your struggles, he seemed to always be your one and only weakness that you can't get off your shoulders, even through all of that envy. You were nothing, so why does he keep coming back to you even when you try so hard to push him away? He's only wasting his own time, on a loser like you.

Really, to him - you were that beautiful, blooming flower in a field of wilting weeds and bushes, in his kind eyes, what he saw in you was just you. That perfect cookie that made his soul sparkle with happiness and compassion.

Things shouldn't really have turned into this. In the nick of time, he was going to dodge an attack made from one of the large enemies, it wasn't no problem for him! He was a healer. But instead, he was roughly shoved onto the ground by a hand that was just like his own - he opened his eyes, finding you, stabbed through the chest at your heart by one of the enemies. Falling right into his arms in which he dropped his staff by the side and caught you, your jam/blood splattered on his face and on his robes, tears pricking his eyes that stung as if he's never cried in centuries. Now it was just the two of you, in your own world that felt like a nightmare. He's saved your life many times before, this time - you saved his. Without any regrets.