[He's a simple businessman. Friend to all. A man of the people. But he wields giant knives, wicked ones, and throws bombs with no hesitation.]
[If he had a reason to.....]
[Well, he won't think about that. He was more hot-headed in his youth. Not anymore. He was horrified at himself, too.]
[Then again.]
[He can think of one reason that he would've been willing to kill. Siffrin mentions it, themself.]
...Me, I can understand. Elysium? Ha. I'm glad you didn't kill him. That would've been a problem for you. And all of us. [A beat.] You wouldn't know about how to dispose of his body correctly, right?
[A little smile, cold, with that, before it eases into something softer.]
But nah, pal. I never hated you. Elysium? I wouldn't speak for him. But the fact was, he encouraged me to talk to you, so...if I had to make a guess, I don't think he hated you, either.
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[If he had a reason to.....]
[Well, he won't think about that. He was more hot-headed in his youth. Not anymore. He was horrified at himself, too.]
[Then again.]
[He can think of one reason that he would've been willing to kill. Siffrin mentions it, themself.]
...Me, I can understand. Elysium? Ha. I'm glad you didn't kill him. That would've been a problem for you. And all of us. [A beat.] You wouldn't know about how to dispose of his body correctly, right?
[A little smile, cold, with that, before it eases into something softer.]
But nah, pal. I never hated you. Elysium? I wouldn't speak for him. But the fact was, he encouraged me to talk to you, so...if I had to make a guess, I don't think he hated you, either.
[...]
What was the flower?