[ She has not had much chance to relay to him how much her plants mean to her, while he was unconscious. But in this link, there are more than just words to be shared. The garden is a symbol in her life, the only thing she has ever had any control over, the only beautiful thing, something sacred and precious that she tends to. Something which grew in flourished in a land of death and fire, something that even the mad king who burned their world showed reverence for. And he had made her its caretaker. He had put her above others, spared her above others, because she was his gardener. Coming here, she had put all those feelings into the Station gardens, even if they were not the same. It didn't matter, it was something central to her self. Her only sense of purpose and identity.
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[ She has not had much chance to relay to him how much her plants mean to her, while he was unconscious. But in this link, there are more than just words to be shared. The garden is a symbol in her life, the only thing she has ever had any control over, the only beautiful thing, something sacred and precious that she tends to. Something which grew in flourished in a land of death and fire, something that even the mad king who burned their world showed reverence for. And he had made her its caretaker. He had put her above others, spared her above others, because she was his gardener. Coming here, she had put all those feelings into the Station gardens, even if they were not the same. It didn't matter, it was something central to her self. Her only sense of purpose and identity.
And someone lit it on fire. ]