the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Oh, I see." That did sound concerning, even to Amhran's relatively pacifistic nature, and he drops into another crouch beside Deimos to take one last cursory examination of the plant now that it's right before him. Even in the rain the aura of unease radiating out from it is almost palpable, and despite himself, he wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.
"I think I have seen enough of it," he decides, straightening up once more and backing away to collect his shoes and enjoy the sweet fall of the rain on his face and shoulders. He doesn't necessarily want to see it disposed of, it's true, but it's quite clear based on the Sword's context that it can't be allowed to continue to grow out here among the sand dunes and barren scrubland.
"I think I have seen enough of it," he decides, straightening up once more and backing away to collect his shoes and enjoy the sweet fall of the rain on his face and shoulders. He doesn't necessarily want to see it disposed of, it's true, but it's quite clear based on the Sword's context that it can't be allowed to continue to grow out here among the sand dunes and barren scrubland.
