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She hesitantly nods... and grabs at the grass. And just grabs and throws it aside. Like a child would, she is not having a good day, but neither are you I guess...

[... are you trying to get earth...

he goes over to the hole where the tree was-- feeling the torn ground there tentatively. Perhaps he can just take some of the dirt from that...]

No I am throwing grass. Stupid grass. It's like Coping's coping buttons are broken, maybe.

But you can do that.

As you ponder that, she stands up.

"I really do not think I can plant flowers like I want to. If the only tree that gave me hope is gone... then... even this small flower will die, too. I know it."

[taking some dirt then!]

Come on, I'll show you how to take care of a plant, and then you'll see.

We told you to grow things-- and didn't show you how. That's not fair.

She pauses.

"...okay... Inside...? Or will you demonstrate here..."

Inside. You want them to be where you can see, right?

Coping nods... and rubs her eyes.

"Okay. Inside. Where I can see them. L-let's go..."

She begins to head inside, without waiting.

[he glances around once more-- before turning to follow her inside!

what happened to that tree, then...? It is a mystery!]

~A true mystery.~

She stops in the entry room; the room that leads to every other room. She then turns back and looks at him, expectantly.

Do you want to put them in the ballroom, er, and trauma room now? Maybe the nurse would like them too.

And we need a pot-- and you had a lot of pots in there.

"...very well."

It seems like she had other thoughts, but she's reconsidered. She leads you back to the ballroom/trauma center, where the nurse is sitting at her desk.

Coping leads you to a potted plant by a window. It's dead, of course.

[takes the pot and dumps the contents into the trash-- it. probably smells of liquor so, we really need to find some water for this.]

Is there water...?

She looks around...

"No. But the nurse has some at her desk."

And so, she quickly walks over to the nurse's desk and acquires a cup of water for the plant! Sharing rooms with the nurse sure is awkward.

She offers him the cup of water.

Thanks... I'll need one more, I'm gonna rinse out the pot.

[he takes the water-- gotta get the alcohol out. HE'S READ A BIT ON GARDENING, and alcohol can sort of work, if it's methanol (aka not the drinkable stuff).

But whiskey is not the type of alcohol the plants can have.

No. Just. No.

Once the pot is cleaned, Emil places the dirt in the pot, and then waits for the flower]

In that time, she ran off to get another cup of water, and she now holds that out to him.

But she's hesitant with the flower.

"I... I can't..."

[he pauses, and then sets the pot down, digging into the dirt so the flower has something to settle into]

Yes, you can. You've done it before, and now I'm showing you, so you'll be able to do it better.

After a moment of thought, she delicately places the flower in the pot. But does nothing more than that.

[it's... it's okay. he pats the dirt down for her, and then takes the cup, pouring the water in.

HE'S GOING TO SET THE FLOWER BY ONE OF THE WINDOWS]

She looks over the simple set-up.

"Maybe... maybe the windows are not allowing enough light in. Should I fix that?"

A lot of light helps, but a flower like this should be able to bloom with only a little.

And you should water it once a day, with a cup, like I did.

[he offers the cup back to her]

And they say talking to plants helps them, too.

THAT... DISAPPOINTS HER. The window part.

But she perks up a little bit after she takes the cup.

"Talking to plants... really?"

[YOU CAN OPEN THE WINDOWS, but you also don't have to. >O]

Yes.

[I... I think I've done some good here... even if you did have to get stepforded for it...]

She nods.

"I see... then. I have a few things I would like to say to the flower."

She kneels next to it, and studies it closely, seemingly talking to the flower, but... not in a very quiet voice.

"I will tell you what Hail has been wanting to say, Mister Flower. She really wishes that she could have been good enough for him. And she wishes that he would be honest and tell her that the other girl was just that much better than her. That's all she wants. Really. You could say she is a glutton for punishment... but she only seeks to reconcile herself. Isn't that all?"

[oh, is the flower me. Is that what's happening now.

You're still not going to get him to say that...]

Hail...

Coping stands up, keeping her gaze on the ground.

"I think we need more light in this room."

Immediately following her words, she steps closer to the tall window and slams a fist through it, shattering a large piece of the window.

"...much better."

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