July Catch-All

[friendlyflower]

Who: Flowey & Firepaw, Emporio, Lusamine, and others?
What: Quests (Learning Aides, Growing Harvest), maybe some meetings/interactions
Where: Southern forest, the city gardens, around the city
When: Throughout July
Warnings: Pokemon battling (violence/injury), Flowey's trauma (mentions of/themes of depression, depersonalization, guilt, child death, murder)

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[ibalsamina]

All the same, the tears you shed were real. You did weep and you did care, in some way.

[This much was perfectly obvious to her, but she supposes she can't blame him for not seeing it himself. The poor thing has been so damaged—hollowed out for so long—that he can't even recognize his own feelings. Fortunately, he has her now to remind him.]

Sweet Flowey... What did you hope to gain by telling me this?

[friendlyflower]

[She doesn't get it.

... Of course she doesn't. Experiencing what he did for a few moments is nothing. What a pair of idiots they both are-- at least they have that in common.]

Hope? I didn't 'hope' for anything. Just thought I'd try to get you to understand. There's no point in loving me. I'll never love you back. [More accurately, he'll never be able to. But, he needs to make it as clear to her as possible.]

... Do you get it yet? It doesn't matter what you 'think' or 'know'. I'm the one who lives like this every stupid day. So what if I let out some crocodile tears once? Maybe I 'feel' things sometimes, but not what really matters.

[He huffs. Just say it, Flowey, he thinks. Tell her that you hate her. Tell her the only reason you've entertained her is because she's a weird amnesiac with a violent streak, and it's funny to him.]

... Firepaw already realized I'm irredeemable. Firepaw! A trusting idiot like THAT! The more time you spend acting like I can be 'fixed', the more it'll hurt you once you realize I can't, also.

[ibalsamina]

[She doesn't believe for a second that those were nothing more than Krookodile tears. She doesn't believe him at all, really—but she'll entertain his logic for a moment.]

If you feel nothing that "really matters", then what point is there in telling me that I ought to treat you differently? It doesn't matter either way to you, does it?

[She gazes over the garden, the assortment of flowers they've been tending to together that are already starting to perk up again, lush and vibrant in the sun.]

Even if a garden may be incapable of loving me in return in the same way a human or Pokémon can... It is enough, to see it thrive in my care.

[But it seems there's something else at the root of Flowey's foul mood. Lusamine turns her attention back to him.]

Irredeemable? [Her eyes narrow—displeased, maybe even vengeful—then soften with doubt.] Did he really say that?

[friendlyflower]

Nope! Let's see... Pretty sure his words were "eat crow food, asshole," but I did have it coming. I had the audacity to tell him to watch his back around someone called 'Dark Heart'. What a jerk I am! And when he threw a little temper tantrum, I told him the truth. He's an idiot to trust someone like that and he's an idiot to trust me, too!

[He doesn't mention the 'birthday' part. He's too old to care about birthdays.]