[ Unfortunately for Tsurumaru, Chesed's heard enough to realize there are plenty of woes riding on the sword's shoulders. But everyone carries a skeleton or two in their closets, so he merely offers the other a small smile. ]
Indeed, there are plenty of peculiarities about this city.
[ Behind him, the flowers begin to whisper: "Coward." "A shameless traitor." "He couldn't even save a single person." "Maybe if he tried hard enough, no one would have had to die."
Chesed, however, doesn't appear to mind. They speak the truth; he has nothing to say for himself, no words to refute any of their claims. ]
Hm. I've seen a sentient flower or two in my time, but these ones are certainly much chattier.
(That moment when Tsurumaru can't tell if the flowers are talking about him or the other person. It makes his mood feel more rotten but in front of someone else, he does the same thing he always has: keep it together.)
It sounds like you're from a curious place!
(He's never seen a sentient flower.)
Which do you prefer? The ones you know or these?
(He's just looking for a distraction. This sounds familiar. Remember how they sang before they died? Remember how he led them all?)
(He looks down at his heel, at the crushed flowers beneath his foot and at the flowers around him that now seem to go silent as if sensing his thoughts. He's considering it.)
If we plucked them, they would die slowly. (Withering up bit by bit each day until they die pitiful and ugly. And would they keep talking after being plucked?) It would be boring.
[ He's not really opposed to grinding any flowers under his foot. It does, however, seem like an unnecessarily extreme manner to dispose of them. ]
Hmm, no, I don't think there's anyone for me to offer one of these flowers.
[ Chesed moves to join the other man near the flower bed. He crouches down by one, scrutinizing all of the plant's features. One by one, the flowers begin to whisper amongst themselves again.
"He threw away all the comforts of his life and has nothing to show for it."
"His family was right for rejecting his decision."
"You were in charge of employee welfare, but you let everyone die."
Chesed can only shrug in response. None of it is wrong. ]
Then, what would be more exciting compared to plucking them one by one?
[ He doesn't mind providing a distraction at all. ]
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Indeed, there are plenty of peculiarities about this city.
[ Behind him, the flowers begin to whisper: "Coward." "A shameless traitor." "He couldn't even save a single person." "Maybe if he tried hard enough, no one would have had to die."
Chesed, however, doesn't appear to mind. They speak the truth; he has nothing to say for himself, no words to refute any of their claims. ]
Hm. I've seen a sentient flower or two in my time, but these ones are certainly much chattier.
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It sounds like you're from a curious place!
(He's never seen a sentient flower.)
Which do you prefer? The ones you know or these?
(He's just looking for a distraction. This sounds familiar. Remember how they sang before they died? Remember how he led them all?)
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Oh, I prefer these ones by far. The ones I'd known in the past had a penchant for making people's heads explode.
[ It's much, much cleaner to deal with these flowers in comparison.
Chesed's gaze strays to whispering flowers; there must be a heavy burden weighing upon his company's shoulders. ]
I wouldn't mind assisting you in plucking a few unruly flowers if that would put you at ease.
[ Sorry, Tsurumaru. He totally saw you crushing some talking flowers under your heel. ]
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(He looks down at his heel, at the crushed flowers beneath his foot and at the flowers around him that now seem to go silent as if sensing his thoughts. He's considering it.)
If we plucked them, they would die slowly. (Withering up bit by bit each day until they die pitiful and ugly. And would they keep talking after being plucked?) It would be boring.
Unless you have someone you want to gift.
(That would be exciting.)
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Hmm, no, I don't think there's anyone for me to offer one of these flowers.
[ Chesed moves to join the other man near the flower bed. He crouches down by one, scrutinizing all of the plant's features. One by one, the flowers begin to whisper amongst themselves again.
"He threw away all the comforts of his life and has nothing to show for it."
"His family was right for rejecting his decision."
"You were in charge of employee welfare, but you let everyone die."
Chesed can only shrug in response. None of it is wrong. ]
Then, what would be more exciting compared to plucking them one by one?
[ He doesn't mind providing a distraction at all. ]