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Thirtieth Rebirth [video]

[The camera flickers on and finds Yuca, once again, sitting peacefully in his garden, an arm wrapped around his knees. He's got cuts and bruises here and there from his fight with Merlin, but for the most part, he still looks pretty okay. The flowers are just starting to bloom, and his fingers barely brush against one, as if he isn't sure of the texture.]

I wonder if this is what he meant.

[A quiet sigh, as Yuca pulls back.]

It's useless though, isn't it? They're all going to die, come winter, and all I'll have left of them are recordings and the memories that they once were green.

[He seems a little conflicted there, resting his chin on his open palm and pursing his lips, thoughtfully. He still hasn't looked at the camera yet, and for a moment, it seems almost as if the video was accidental.]

Maybe I can replant them in pots and carry them all inside for Winter...

[Something that seems like a daunting task- Yuca has probably planted well over a hundred of them in the small clearing, and it's obvious that when they bloom in full, the flowers will form a white blanket against the cold ground.]

I'm sorry to those that happened across me during the last event. It was something that I wanted to avoid, but... hopefully, you've all managed to recover now.

[A thoughtful pause.]

If I build a greenhouse around them, I can keep them safe before it gets too cold. It seems like so much effort though, when they're just going to die eventually anyway. I don't understand why people put themselves through this. [He sighs- he still hasn't even so much as glanced over to the camera.]

Well. It's a learning experience. Rain might cry if I let them all die, anyway. Does anyone know if they'll have a few extra flowerpots when it gets to late fall? I'm going to try and get all of these inside in a month or so. Some special light bulbs might be appreciated too. You can never start too early with these things.

[God what the hell Yuca, who are you talking to. The sunset casts an orange glow on his face, and Yuca closes his eyes and reaches for the PCD, flicking it off with a casual movement.]

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[It takes a good twenty minutes before Zuko works up the nerve to even turn on his PCD's response function, let alone talk to the priest. The mental breakdown had been too much. Too much. And apparently, with Yuca talking to himself about Rain and flowers and death, it had been too much for him too.

A quiet inhale of breath before he speaks.]

Yuca.

Zuko.

[He addresses him back, nothing more. At least he's still there enough to remember his name.]

... Fletcher Tringham had a greenhouse, before the Animus sent him home.

Use it.

[Long silence. Almost like he forgot he started a recording, or that it triggered by accident.

Though in the end he only speaks up because he's annoyed with his own hesitance.]

Still taking care of your flowers?

...yes.

[He hesitates as well. Yuca clutches at the PCD and wets his lips, trying to think of something to say that didn't involve what had happened during that event.]

....they're- blooming. Still in the early stages, but they'll get bigger soon enough.

[Is terrible at idle conversation; still can't really make himself mention anything that happened before.]

If the seasons here obey normal laws of nature, you should still have a month or more to transplant what you want to.

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