[This wouldn't be quite so bad if he had been to Wonderland--maybe. Bunched groups of flowers are... talking. They're really nice, and he finds himself smiling awkwardly and modestly.] I hope you're having a lovely day! You're so tall; you must be very strong! You're smile is the brightest I've ever seen! [The compliments make him rub the back of his neck.]

Thanks...

[Except for... one--no, two flowers stuck in the handful. They're grey and drab, and have a nasty voice which peaks over the rest.] It's a shame you can't protect what's most important to you. Those straps must be cutting off the blood to your brain!

No, that isn't true. [He takes a step back. They're awfully harsh.] I...

Can you do anything without making it worse?

[The last petal drifts into his lap and slides off onto the ground. The wail of the flower dies away, but his eyes are distant and, for some reason, he's smiling softly.

When he glances up, an intense focus comes to his face.] You... [The flower's bare stem is forgotten. He stands quickly, with purpose.] I've been waiting forever for you. My whole life.

I can't hide... [One hand curls into his chest.] ...how I feel any longer.

I love you more than anyone. I can feel it... in my heart.

[The flower is the softest thing he may have ever touched, but the light bursting behind his eyes afterward is sharp and painful.

He and An older man face off in a heated battle, except right as the man falls, reality sucks him and anyone nearby back to the field and the flowers.] Master!

[He's left with a gasp and anxious, heavy breathing. Tears have pooled up along the bottom line of his eyes, and they spill slowly down his cheeks.] Master... I'm sorry.