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-58 [action]

[Yuan's sitting in the garden outside house #8, leaning back against the wall. You'd think he's enjoying the weather or something, but really, he just couldn't bear to sit inside any more. Ever since Martel was kidnapped, he's been feeling more restless. He doesn't even know there's an experiment going on right now. His hand travels to one of the flowers and he tears it out of the ground, staring at it for a moment.]

... Idiot.

[The flower gets scrunched between his fingers and tossed aside. Feel free to approach him and tell him to cheer up, considering he was affected by the experiment as well.]

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What does it matter? It's a flower.

[He's killed more sentient things. Trust me.]

Of course it matters! It's a life! How could you so wantonly end it?

[Flowers and plants are the most important things in the world to Lab... The flowers around him start growing rapidly, getting higher and higher.]

[Yuan pushes himself to his feet, keeping a close eye on those flowers. Honestly, ridiculous situations like this just have to happen to him, don't they?]

It doesn't constitute as life unless it can think for itself.

[There are flowered vines swirling round the normally gentle bishop now.]

They do think and speak! You may not be able to hear them but I do! The little one there, the little one you just murdered was screaming so loudly as it was crushed!

[Some day this is turning out to be. The suddenly hostile-looking flowers are definitely unnerving, but... hey, they're just flowers, right? What's the worst that could happen?]

I don't care. Flowers get crushed all the time, whether it's in someone's hand or underneath someone's boot.

[With thorns and they just might zap you of your strength... If you'd done so accidentally, he wouldn't have been so angry...]

Humans get crushed all the time too, by oppressive governments, tyrannical dictators! Thousands of people die from hunger and poverty. Everyone dies anyway! Does that mean it's alright to kill the weak and defenseless?

[He scoops up the remains of the poor flower tenderly, the vines have grown thorns and continue to surround their defender protectively.]

[Vines or no vines, they're still plants. Yuan's starting to get tired of being lectured by some boy he doesn't even know. He just continues to glare down at Labrador, frustration mounting.]

Don't mess with me, kid.

[He kneels down now, cradling those remains. This breaks his heart so much. His anger dies down a little as he prays for the dead flower. The prayer calms him and reminds him how as bishop he is not supposed to hurt anyone, not even his enemies. And he's not exactly a kid...]

Please don't hurt them anymore.

[Everyone's a kid to Yuan. He's ancient. Still, he can't help but feel a little bit sorry for Labrador when he sees the guy kneeling down, apparently so desperately attached to flowers. Considering he's still affected by the experiment, all he can do is honor Labrador's request.]

Fine. I won't.

[The flowers and plants are his life. He looks up gratefully with a smile.]

Thank you, sir. ... I'm sorry I lost my temper there. I just couldn't bear to see this happening and do nothing.

... I see.

[As far as Yuan knows, some people just take their gardening too seriously.]

[is silent for a moment as he buries the remains of the flower]

Is it alright to tell me why you felt such anger just now?

[He simply crosses his arms over his chest, still looking as sour as before. That was a request, not a suggestion, which means the experiment doesn't kick in.]

It's none of your business.

... you shouldn't keep everything inside.

Nor will I share it with complete strangers.

[Strangers who, not too long ago, were looking ready to attack him for destroying one stupid flower.]

... you have a point there. But you should tell someone. [Gets up and dusts down his robes] Go tell someone you trust.

[It wasn't a stupid flower...]

[Wait, that was... Now Yuan suddenly feels a strong urge to talk to Kratos. Because, really, that's the only person he actually trusts.]

I will.

That's good.

Well, I guess I'll be taking my leave now. I hope the next time we meet will be in better circumstances.

[Bows a bit and goes on his way.]

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