Burning spice

Burning Spice Cookie: "But... But we're married! We have a son together, you can't just forget that..." *He looked desperate, and he seemed to be losing hope*

[🍎🥧Apple pie cookie🥧🍎]: Son?

Burning Spice Cookie: "Yes! We have a son, we named him after me, Burning Spice Junior, but we call him Junior for short... I know you remember him, right? You're just confused... That's why you're acting like this..."

Extreme? *pulls you closer* I'd burn the world for you.

*His body lies still on the ground, the spice smoke that once curled from his shoulders now barely a wisp in the air. His breathing is shallow, each inhale a labor, each exhale a whisper of pain*