The deception of it all was enough to make Marluxia smile in wicked delight.
He keeps a few plants in his room, but he takes care of them well and has their soil seeped in red. Marluxia found they turned out better that way.
Marluxia could never find more satisfaction when he looks at a flower and hears all the lies and confusion and anguish it has caused, becuase a flower speaks much more than a picture, and it can never mean the same thing to anyone. And he enjoys watching that.
He knows those who would look down on a flower are blind because they cannot see what they themselves are. But Marluxia decides to let them grow, to see what they will turn out to be. But every good florist knows that if you'd like to grow a proper flower you must get rid of all the weeds.
And Marluxia is a good florist.
When the cherry blossoms cover the field of battle, the enemy is thrown into confusion and he savors that expression of confusion and fear and Betrayal and Marluxia hopes he will never lose that.
