The roses remind him of her, beautiful but dangerous. They have to be picked carefully, or their caretaker may find themselves pricked by the thorns that came with that beauty.
She is relentless in their game when they begin. From the moment Battler had seen her portrait, he had admired her beauty—the mysterious, but dangerous feeling he had felt from the portrait the moment he laid his eyes on it.
No wonder Grandfather fell for her.
The roses remind him of her, withering away slowly as blue truth after blue truth injure her one elegant form. But, the liveliness that had been there once before is gone, and the woman who was once proud, strong, dangerous is slowly dying. Petals fall one by one, and it's beginning to become harder to watch as she becomes weaker.
The roses remind him of her. The petals are scattered throughout her grave, beautiful and dying. Rokkenjima's garden had lost its beauty—its liveliness when the storm hit.
However, even now—
—He thinks that her radiance hasn't faded in the slightest.