It's simple, relaxing work, especially with the recipe right there for you to follow.
You're checking the rice when you feel something delicate brush against your wrist, and with it split second of something like longing—
...Oh. It's another wild rose, just barely opening on its thorny branch. It's not doing anything beyond, well, being there (and seemingly full of some sort of emotion?), but it certainly did grow ridiculously fast while you were cooking.
As you consider the flowers, you realize you can recognize them more fully: Wild Rose, Key of Something Different.
Caring about "difference" at all, though... that's the sort of thing you can only feel if your difference matters; if it is part of the story of you finding your place in the world.
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You're checking the rice when you feel something delicate brush against your wrist, and with it split second of something like longing—
...Oh. It's another wild rose, just barely opening on its thorny branch. It's not doing anything beyond, well, being there (and seemingly full of some sort of emotion?), but it certainly did grow ridiculously fast while you were cooking.
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...do you want some?
I mean, you're welcome to try, I can't eat it.
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—Which is to say: it just bobs in the air a bit.
As you study it, though, you start to feel something:
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It'd be a little... difficult, to be someone who's never been a person at all, wouldn't it.
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Caring about "difference" at all, though... that's the sort of thing you can only feel if your difference matters; if it is part of the story of you finding your place in the world.