Dark Cacao knew he was the most... emotionally challenged of his friends. He used to not care, brushed off the importance of others feelings, again and again until it finally came back to bite him in the form of a blade tearing his guts open for the world to see, held by none other than the son he failed since he was born. He didn't realize how little Dark Choco knew of how much he was loved until it was too little too late, and ever since then he's realized how his own self-made image has built a wall from him and everyone else. Caramel Arrow still gawks at him incredulously when he tries to show more care to her and the watchers. His own friends can't even initially take him seriously when he tries to be warmer. He has no one but himself to blame for how the world treats him, but he thinks the universe itself must love being additionally cruel by humbling his hubris even more. Making his fated other half someone even worse than him. Mystic Flour will never feel what he feels for her, whether out of her own choice or not. He is doomed to suffer at apathy's cold clutches forever, and he just wishes he was back to his old, closed-off stoic self, for it wouldn't hurt this much.
Golden Cheese wasn't a woman of frivolous words. She took what was hers and rightfully cherished it so, every speck of sand down to the very last. Who needed a heart-to-heart when gifts could convey the same thing? Of COURSE her friends knew how much they meant to her. Of course they all knew they were her real treasures. It didn't matter how much she grasped at their crumbled remains, tears and heavy heaves clouding her vision as regret lit her nervous system like fire, you didn't tell them enough, didn't live up to your cheap actions, all that bravado amounted to nothing. She faced horrific loss to a scale she knew she'd never fully recover from, even with powers as wonderous as her soul jam. So was it any wonder why she'd never take such a risk for as long as she lived? How could she trust that she wouldn't lose it all over again, by the very person who lived to strike her down, claw her wings off, and grind her like dirt from under his heel? Her small, fluttering bird heart that she graciously gifts in earnest, that he'd happily smash in his palm because her agonized screaming was worth a thousand times more to him than any pointless feelings she harbored. He'd burn her whole, and there'd be no one to blame for the ashes left over but the golden sovereign who was stupid enough to have hoped.
Hollyberry swung her head back as she downed another mug, and didn't let go until its contents were gulped in one swig. She satisfyingly slams it down against the counter and heartily demands another. She can hear Wildberry's nagging already in her brain, yet rushes to ignore it. It wasn't proper, it was becoming of her majesty to have fun, oh boo-hoo. She wasn't a real queen anyway anymore, so what was the fuss? Her husband and daughter-in-law proved to be far more capable than she ever was, and Princess grew up beautifully without an alchoholic hag in her life. If anything her decades long absence was nothing but a positive in people's lives. Why should she pursue a family, a kingdom, a home, a lover, when they're all better off without her? Eternal Sugar was twisted in ways she wasn't capable of fixing, and they'd only hurt each other far more by trying anything. It wasn't worth it. Hollyberry was certain most of the time she'd never be worth it. She forces herself to down another swig before her thoughts get too self-aware.
White Lily knew she was tainted, long before the witches ever rebaked her. Rejected by others and an outcast since birth, fate loved reminding her she was doomed to be alone. And it demonstrated so every chance it had, for any cookie foolish enough to matter to her suffered the price. Pure Vanilla, her best friend, was forced to pay the greatest cost at the hands of Dark Enchantress. His kingdom, his descendants, his sanity, all ruined by her. Elder Faerie, who believed and trusted her like no other, dying for a fool who ignored his warnings and made him pay the price. And- Golden Cheese... That dark purple knight would be no different from all the others. For they had already suffered, imprisoned in a foul dark place as she fiddled away in ignorant bliss with their power like a naive child. She'd ruin them without even trying, without ever meaning to. They were only good to each other as enemies, for at least when Silent Salt hated her, she could, for once in her life, cause harm where it was intended.
Pure Vanilla was always brave to lengths the other four envied. In the face of certain doom, in cases of no hope, in moments where you'd certainly only ever get hurt for putting your heart out on the line. Yet he did, again and again without flinching. He forgave, and was willing to even forget. Even when that kindness would surely punish him. But even Shadow Milk's complete rejection of his feelings, of his proposal, didn't destroy him. For even that would be forgiven and healed from, in time. They'll all be there to comfort him as needed. And maybe, just maybe, some unknown far far away day in a foggy uncertain future, they could be as honest with themselves and their Beasts as he always was.
Even when it'll inevitably lead to the same rejection.