There was a roll of his eyecing, the bright, glowing pupils looking then to the side as a blackened portal opened. He reached in, soon pulling out his own staff. It was.. not too dissimilar from Pure Vanilla's own staff. But it's color was all wrong..
And the eyes flickering on the flowers surface.
"Why?" He leaned against his own staff. He felt like that was an obvious question. He was warning them, trying.. multiple times to get Pure Vanilla Cookie to back off. To run. To escape the fate set before him. But he failed each time.
He was too damn stubborn.
"Why!?" His voice rose a bit again, a flash of sharpened teethcing before he pulled back, calming down.
"To see if there was any possible 'hope' left for 'Me'. A little sweet lie to myself that maybe, if one.. just one of us could be saved. But I realize the cold, cruel truth now."
'Honestly, the amount of a headache you got from this hardly seems worthwhile, Vanilly~' Truthless let out a sigh, though it sounded more tired, and less annoyed as hands manifested behind him. Resting on his shoulders.. Familiar blue dough and sleeve ruffles visible.
"I'm realizing that now." Pure Vanilla might have noticed him even leaning into the touch from the jester's disembodied hands.
"Go on.. I'm dealing with this. I'll be up shortly." there was a scary amount of 'affection' laced in Truthless' voice as well as he rose his free hand up to wave off the manifestation of the Jester. Before those white, slitted pupils locked back onto Pure Vanilla Cookie.
"As for you.." He slammed his staff to the ground. The echo causing the stars and paths to shift to his desires. The spire was answering to him.. one of it's two masters. The halls shifted, rearranged until it formed a stairwell leading upwards.
"Since you have no reason to stop... why not ascend further? Maybe you'll prove me wrong. Or.. the next time you open your eyes. You'll be looking through mine."