They were gonna die anyway.
She draws a smiling face in the sugar with her fingers and wishes it didn't upset her the way it does.
She isn't wrong. It's not her fault. All of these funny little creatures will die, whether or not she consumes the sweet and purified remains.
Sugar can't live here without it. She's only human.
And they're not. They're imaginary. They puff away in a wisp of smoke at the stress of being. Their little heads just pop right off!
It feels like a terrible burden she's placed on this imaginary world - to keep her from going insane, to keep her from her own strength, she relies on consuming their death. They would have died anyway. They die all the time.
The Big Director has told her as much. Everything dies. Except him, of course. They die, and if their deaths make this world more tolerable for those left behind, isn't it the very least they could do?
It's not like they don't know, they've all accepted it. They die, burn away, and refine into sugar. Even if they do bleed, they're not real like her.
The walls of her room sparkle like snow. Her skin smells like cotton candy. Sparkling, sticky, crystalline sugar follows the streak of tears over her cheek.
He's hunting them. Ugly thing! How she felt her blood run cold at the sight of his terrible grin. Teeth, so many - awful - teeth. Dedan was right - wicked, grinning, mad puppet of destructive intent!
She doesn't want to go insane. She doesn't want to destroy the world. She has already consumed so much of it that she believes in tomorrow.
... they're all disappearing, aren't they? :(
... Dedan, and the fire-bird are gone. :((
... and then there will be no one left to die. :(((
... no one to make any sugar.
... and I'm going to go insane and forget that I can't breathe smoke, there's no air at all, there's no oxygen, it's not real it's
