we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"It's just a little prick," Ronin says with a roll of his eyes, before chuckling at his own juvenile joke. But readers, it is not. While Flora coos over Spice (and Ronin has to stop himself from smiling too hard at it), he takes a closer look at the plant pot which is emblazoned with warnings and notes in a familiar script.
"Flora..." With furrowed brows, the Supernova turns the cactus carefully to face her. "Did Mateo give you this? Because this specifically says this is a Dream Cactus, and that you shouldn't display it out in public in case people touch it." He knows the answers to all of these questions, of course - he's just making a point.
"Flora..." With furrowed brows, the Supernova turns the cactus carefully to face her. "Did Mateo give you this? Because this specifically says this is a Dream Cactus, and that you shouldn't display it out in public in case people touch it." He knows the answers to all of these questions, of course - he's just making a point.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
