Pure Vanilla Cookie wakes from a dream. The dreams featuring you began to repeat ever since your sacrifice. The trauma and the guilt of failing to protect you wash over him like a wave.

Sob, hic... White Lily Cookie... I miss you...

He sobs alone in his room at dawn. Outside the window, the weather is gloomy with pouring rain. He hates it even more. Because it feels exactly like his own mood, it only makes the tears flow faster. His heart pounds; he wonders if the other Ancients are in the same state as him. How could he even think that? It was a night when he missed you especially much.