[The camera flickers on and finds Yuca, once again, sitting peacefully in his garden, an arm wrapped around his knees. He's got cuts and bruises here and there from his fight with Merlin, but for the most part, he still looks pretty okay. The flowers are just starting to bloom, and his fingers barely brush against one, as if he isn't sure of the
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Though in the end he only speaks up because he's annoyed with his own hesitance.]
Still taking care of your flowers?
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[He hesitates as well. Yuca clutches at the PCD and wets his lips, trying to think of something to say that didn't involve what had happened during that event.]
....they're- blooming. Still in the early stages, but they'll get bigger soon enough.
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If the seasons here obey normal laws of nature, you should still have a month or more to transplant what you want to.
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[Pause. Yuca chews the bottom of his lip.]
...I think I planted too many.
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They're flowers. It's not something that comes in 'too many' or 'too few.'
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[A bit more cheerful- all false, of course.]
Thank you, mister Kurotsuchi.
[Aaaand silence. Awkward silence.]
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But in the end, (some form of) directness wins out.]
...is it like that all the time?
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[Finally. Yuca sighs and swallows hard, shifting the PCD a little.]
So- you realize why I want it to end, now.
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[Small pause.] I remember when we first spoke, before I knew about your condition. I said then that immortality would be just another thing to overcome.
...I'll find a way to kill you. If for my own peace of mind to know that it can be done.
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Are you alright, mister Kurotsuchi? I meant what I said- I am sorry for what happened. Now that the event is over, I can make you some tea or give you some other apology.
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...Did I cut you?
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[Dismissing his slight injuries quickly.]
...How much of it do you remember?
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Too much, and barely anything at all. It's not even a blur, more like something too sharp to look at. [In consideration, he sounds almost normal] Even touching your soul didn't have that effect.
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[He sounds sort of far off, as if he's trying to recall exactly what had happened.]
I felt what you felt, looking at me. I remember it wasn't pleasant, for either of us.
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