"I won't use my own thoughts to interfere with any species' decisions.
"Beings turned into cookies will first be taken by their trusted kin. Those without a home can come back with us to BS.
"No matter how many beings in the future choose to survive this way and come to BS, I'll find a way to create a kingdom where only cookies can live.
"And… my new Divine talent allows cookies to exist purely as items. Unless they want to, they won't be controlled by anyone, nor will they have to fight for anyone."
BS Rita's expression was calm. She didn't see herself as doing something noble, nor did she think this fairy-tale solution could make the cruelty of it somehow romantic. She was simply presenting her ideas and plans clearly, trying to get the others on board—after all, the workload was massive.
When she finished speaking, the coin stopped spinning and toppled onto the table.
