"Flowers, brother, we promised we'd cover our world in them! Please try to remember!" Saphir pleaded. "We're merely pawns to Wiseman!"

But Demande wouldn't listen. And Saphir was gone now. Killed by Wiseman.

They would need flowers, Demande thought, as he took in his brother's lifeless body. For the funeral. If they ever made it out alive that is.

Moments later, as he himself lay dying, life given to save the woman he'd worked so hard to destroy, he thought gratefully that at least he wouldn't have to be the one to lay flowers across his brother's grave.

Maybe now Nemesis could bloom the way they'd always wanted it to.