Those flowers. They're a little unnatural. You probably don't need to give them any special attention. In the end, getting rid of them would probably be best.
[ Opening the windows DO let a lot of light in. It feels nicer inside, easier to breathe, and in this area, with the exception of those flowers that continue to release a negative aura, it's rather pleasant. ]
He always liked having the windows open. Except at night.
You have been more than helpful. But about the flowers... I am not sure if you should take them to a different portion of his heart. Perhaps you have something here that you can get rid of them with?
[ The moment the flower breaks the negative memory from before picks up again-- but slightly different. ]
“No matter how you look at it, it’s just a normal hand. Those strong dragon claws are nowhere to be found. The strength of the gods… is nowhere to be found.”
It's because of you. That power has gone because it has been taken by you. You know this with knotted horror.
“Hey Granny…? If it’s now-- If it’s now, that child… am I allowed to touch that child?”
The comment is so fully unexpected that it feels as though the air has been knocked outside of you. Not once-- not once since the time your father scarred you as a child, has he ever tried to touch you again. You barely can believe the words.
“I want to at least once. Can I be allowed to touch him once, in my final hour?”
. . .
“Granny?”
“ . . . Ah. Sorry… It’ll trouble granny again. No matter how much time passes, I’m still...a child.”
You can barely see. Your eyes burn, glossing over wetly.
“Someone like me… at this point, I can’t-- that child…”
You don’t hesitate. With all your might you throw yourself upon his chest and wrap your small arms around his neck, holding tight for dear life.
“Granny?”
No. You’re not Granny. Father! FATHER! Why didn’t you come prepared to talk to him? There are so many things that you want to talk to him about.
He inhales, body stiff from shock, before-
“...Kija.”
After speaking your name, he never opened his eyes again.
At his funeral you cry quietly as you watch your father’s casket be carried into the tomb to be buried among the Hakuryuu of the past. Your Granny cannot hold in her tears, as she speaks to you.
“Lord Hakuryuu, please forgive the previous lord.”
That isn’t right though. Through your tears, you manage a smile.
“Granny. There isn’t a single thing I need to forgive him for.”
At last, the memory fades, and you are once more standing in the present, holding a broken flower. In your hand, it shrivels up before dissipating into the air. ]
[ She returns the hug and-- well, she may be a little teary-eyed. Once he pulls back from the hug, however, he will find that... there is something in his hand.
A small, white scale. It radiates warmth, and you get the feeling that it is something important. Something you should probably hold onto.
She smiles at him. ]
Thank you. I know that our Lord Hakuryy is in good hands with all of you here.
I would hold tight to them and bring them to a place where he feels the safest. I am sure if you do that, you will be able to find him, and in doing so... it will be your best defense against the threat currently facing him.
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Those flowers. They're a little unnatural. You probably don't need to give them any special attention. In the end, getting rid of them would probably be best.
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[He takes the flowers in hand so he can find somewhere to get rid of them later.]
While I'm here, let's see if we can bring a little light in here.
[He's going to open up the window shades, for one! Let in some light and fresh air!]
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He always liked having the windows open. Except at night.
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Why, did moths come in?
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He doesn't like insects, and the additional candlelight attracts them at night.
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[Okay! This room is looking nice!]
Alright, I'm going to go find a place to get rid of these flowers. Anything else I can do before I leave?
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[We'll do this the symbolic way!
He puts the flowers back in the vase, then summons his sword into his hand.
Carefully, so he doesn't accidentally strike anything else, he swipes out with the blade and decapitates both the flowers.]
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“No matter how you look at it, it’s just a normal hand. Those strong dragon claws are nowhere to be found. The strength of the gods… is nowhere to be found.”
It's because of you. That power has gone because it has been taken by you. You know this with knotted horror.
“Hey Granny…? If it’s now-- If it’s now, that child… am I allowed to touch that child?”
The comment is so fully unexpected that it feels as though the air has been knocked outside of you. Not once-- not once since the time your father scarred you as a child, has he ever tried to touch you again. You barely can believe the words.
“I want to at least once. Can I be allowed to touch him once, in my final hour?”
. . .
“Granny?”
“ . . . Ah. Sorry… It’ll trouble granny again. No matter how much time passes, I’m still...a child.”
You can barely see. Your eyes burn, glossing over wetly.
“Someone like me… at this point, I can’t-- that child…”
You don’t hesitate. With all your might you throw yourself upon his chest and wrap your small arms around his neck, holding tight for dear life.
“Granny?”
No. You’re not Granny. Father! FATHER! Why didn’t you come prepared to talk to him? There are so many things that you want to talk to him about.
He inhales, body stiff from shock, before-
“...Kija.”
After speaking your name, he never opened his eyes again.
At his funeral you cry quietly as you watch your father’s casket be carried into the tomb to be buried among the Hakuryuu of the past. Your Granny cannot hold in her tears, as she speaks to you.
“Lord Hakuryuu, please forgive the previous lord.”
That isn’t right though. Through your tears, you manage a smile.
“Granny. There isn’t a single thing I need to forgive him for.”
At last, the memory fades, and you are once more standing in the present, holding a broken flower. In your hand, it shrivels up before dissipating into the air. ]
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Ah. Okay. I understand now.
Thanks, Granny.
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I am the one who should be thanking you.
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This is for Kija, since he couldn't be here to do it, himself.
[And he gathers her into a warm, loving hug.]
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A small, white scale. It radiates warmth, and you get the feeling that it is something important. Something you should probably hold onto.
She smiles at him. ]
Thank you. I know that our Lord Hakuryy is in good hands with all of you here.
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[He holds the scale tight.]
Thank you. Where should I take this?
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Thank you, Granny.
[And with that, he'll give her one last pat on the hand and turn to leave.]
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[ She will wave to him as he leaves]