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Menthol Cookie is the sole survivor of the Order of St. Pastry. While there were many more who escaped being devoured on that first day, it was only Menthol who- barely- managed to evade the fragments for long enough to escape the Republic. His menthol censer seems to deter fragments from approaching him too closely, but even still, he's always looking over his shoulder. Hoping and praying that he isn't caught off guard. He bore witness first-hand to Seltzer being dragged to the Avatar and devoured, turned into one of its many hollow thralls, and it was only after losing her- in such a brutal manner- that he realized just how much she meant to him. The already quiet and distant cookie has grown more reclusive in her absence, mourning the loss of someone far closer to him than he thought. Still, he does his best to lead those who have come under his wing and protect them, keep them safe. It's the least he can do.