You're still holding onto something like that, even now... If you think of it that way, it will become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

[Luck is fake!! Eichi drops the lifeless flower to the ground, no longer caring for it, and walks away from the other insulting grey flowers to head towards brighter pastures. Literally, the colored flowers over here.]

I'm not troubled at all. Though, I did only just realize that the paint may be just as colorless... This is a strange place, after all. Oh well. [Oh well, dead flower.] I wonder why that is? Why do you think?