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[beyondback_up]

I think I would like to go flower picking.

If you slice the stems right you can make a crown you know.

Poetry seems so loathed in this place, such a shame.

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[delineage]

Aiming to make a crown of thorns? How wonderful.

[beyondback_up]

A crown of thorns, how lovingly quaint. In three days I shall rise again~

Don't you appreciate beauty? I'll save a rose for you.

[delineage]

Much like everyone else in this place would. A mockery of religion, really.

Flowers are beautifully short-lived. Roses... I think we may just have similar tastes, my friend.

[beyondback_up]

Beauty is a fleeting thing. It's what makes it so precious. Like a rose.

Your name?

[delineage]

Then is there any beauty to an immortal man?

Solomon Goldsmith. And you?

[beyondback_up]

In moments, perhaps. In the broken pieces that make him up.

Rue. So very nice to meet Solomon Goldsmith.

[delineage]

Of course. When the "loveliness" of death is impossible, aim for destruction.

And it is with great pleasure that I meet Rue.