[ Annoying at is, Kaiki glances over without much change in expression, still looking mostly like a dead fish. And then slowly, deliberately, he raises a hand to press to his chest, pretending it's a dramatic gesture. It's very much at odds with his flat tone of voice. ]

How cruel. [ Says the guy with a shoe still firmly laid over the nice flower. ] Trying to induce such guilt in a man merely confused by these strange circumstances ... Do you take pleasure in driving stakes into the hearts of strangers? Perhaps these flowers have a point.

[ The flowers are busy hurling insults at both of them, but that doesn't invalidate his point. ]