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“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”
andie had said something to him — blamore knew that much, at least — but it sounded like she was speaking through a tunnel in his perspective. her voice had acquired a rather uncanny echoey quality to it, after all, that almost made it sound garbled. the logical side of blamore's brain told him that this was probably due to him going through some sort of emotional shock; a thing that, unfortunately, really wasn't all that uncommon for someone who'd just experienced trauma. blamore remained looking down at one of the wilted flowers that its attacker had pulled from its ribs within its hand. it hated thinking about that word in this context, he thought. for the person who had come into his greenhouse that day... they still found a way to hurt him, despite the fact that he was supposed to be able to protect himself now.
people really were no good to him. especially when they're desperate and want something that you told them you can't give them. blamore was honestly conflicted between feeling like he was about to explode from anger and cry out in pain. the flora that was now missing from its body ached like nothing had in years. because when push came to shove, blamore's attacker had removed something from him that it had actually come to admire after a long time of looking at himself in the mirror, and feeling all wrong about what he saw. there was a certain kind of horror in having a part of your bodily autonomy stripped from you. but after reaching the conclusion that nature was indiscriminate in the way it both offered and took life from people, blamore had found some comfort in that. it did essentially mean that what happened to it wasn't personal.
so, it was like just as he was starting to come to peace with what his body looked like now, the fates decided to turn the tables on him. blamore was also in a significant amount of physical pain, and no one here seemed to understand how to help it. so, his desire to see nico morselli right now was like somewhat of a scared kid's: it was all blamore could think about now to the point where it just wanted to hide away from everyone and everything else. burgeon felt very unlike himself, with the way he was curled up with his knees up to his chest and buried his face into them. it needed something to help ground it, but instead, he was being grilled by some new vigilante he'd never seen before.
and lord knows how much disdain blamore felt towards them in general. he moved his body to the side to further avoid having to look at andie, then, and try one last time to shoot her a message that it wasn't interested in talking. ❝ go away. you don't even know the first thing about me, so how could you promise me anything? ❞ a mix between a contemptuous scoff and a half-hearted chuckle left it's mouth, ❝ bring your amis cochons (pig friends) with you too. i never asked to file a police report, so i have no idea why you brought them here. but they'll never be welcome in my home. ❞