[William doesn't know why he was expecting a scar or something-- his own gifts don't scar, generally. This is so strange, though. The shape of the flower, finer than any tattoo artist he's ever seen, the way it disappears like a fractal subsumed by warm water.]
Why's it got -- why's it got that symbolic stuff? Does the rose mean something? [He hasn't forgotten her friend, the one who liked nude gardening or whatnot, but that seemed different.]
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[William doesn't know why he was expecting a scar or something-- his own gifts don't scar, generally. This is so strange, though. The shape of the flower, finer than any tattoo artist he's ever seen, the way it disappears like a fractal subsumed by warm water.]
Why's it got -- why's it got that symbolic stuff? Does the rose mean something? [He hasn't forgotten her friend, the one who liked nude gardening or whatnot, but that seemed different.]