Kravitz knows what this is as soon as the weariness starts, the creaking in his joints that means a specific and horrifying plague, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. Ginko may find his thoughts about fairness unnecessary, but Kravitz is in exactly the same boat- this is unnecessary. This is not needed, for this to come again when they know how to cure it. It's especially frustrating when the red flowers he's waiting for never come- instead, different petals find their way through his hair, pressing out from tiny buds into thick blooms. It's this that spurs him to action- he doesn't know if this is the same. He can't hope to know exactly, and that means he can delay it no longer.

He finds Ginko while he's out seeking someone to talk to, blinking in a slightly bleary surprise to see the other man beginning to blossom as well, and sighs. "So... it is to be everyone, then? All of us must endure this? As if once wasn't enough, compounded with the many memories we've had to see of others. You would imagine at some point it would end."