the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.

[finalring]

The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.

There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?

Comments

[oxidegreen]

I'm not sure about fancy, but... he took good care of them.

[So maybe that's an element?]

Something like that, yes.

[noneforall]

I wonder if it's wise to use limited magic resources on them? I was told it should take some time for things to grow or flower in this environment.

[An idle question, a rhetorical statement... All things considered, he's not judging, precisely -- but he is curious in his own way. And by his own way I mean he's being like, lowkey terrible but at least it's lowkey.

Or maybe he's just roundabout asking whether they're hella poisonous, you never know.]

Too bad there just doesn't seem to be a way to pacify or exorcise ghosts, though, hmm?

[oxidegreen]

The only time I used magic on them was to grow them from seedlings. He's been taking care of them normally since.

[So, magic's no problem! It's long since replenished by now.]

I don't know much about exorcisms, myself. I was hoping I could learn from Miss Yuri, but...

[noneforall]

So our ability to grow things is still limited... More's the pity. He really must have had some type of green thumb, though.

[He examines the flowers more closely -- not that he's any kind of expert on flowers, flower health, plants in general, but everyone has a little flower language in them, right? What types of flowers are we talking here, anyway?]

Haha... Egin-san might not be the best teacher in this case. She and this mansion seem to be natural enemies somehow.

[All things, uh, considered.]

[oxidegreen]

[They're pink roses!]

Yes, that seems to be the case.

[noneforall]

[Sweetness, innocence. Joy, gratitude. It's almost enough positive emotions to make you choke on it, really, but at least the fragrance of a few scant roses saved from a poisonous greenhouse is still delicate enough to be acceptable even in the smaller space under the pervasive presence of miasma.

He hums and taps his fingers a little restlessly.]

By any chance, have the ghosts visited their memorials? I'm curious to hear their reviews.

[Subete, this isn't ghost Yelp.]

[oxidegreen]

No, they haven't. ...But I don't know if the others have memorials too.

[She just kind of put this together now, on a whim.]