[He crouches in front of the flowers, studying them. Not vibrant enough to count as whatever the hell broke down his fabricated firewalls of years of conscious separation. Without thinking much of it, he picks one.]
Unless that one was just me. [He pauses, and might've even shrugged if he wasn't wearing full body-armor.] It might've been just me.
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[He crouches in front of the flowers, studying them. Not vibrant enough to count as whatever the hell broke down his fabricated firewalls of years of conscious separation. Without thinking much of it, he picks one.]
Unless that one was just me. [He pauses, and might've even shrugged if he wasn't wearing full body-armor.] It might've been just me.