[ last week's scapegoating was... frustrating, but it wasn't as upsetting. knowing that they'd grabbed someone innocent had been softened only in the tiniest of bits by the fact that it was ogata, who was a wild card enough that a murder by his hands seemed entirely likely. he'd voted for ogata then, and was willing to bear the load of that guilt.
but this. they had every piece possible to solve it, and they convicted an innocent man. and just anyone, they convicted --
... it's been a very long time, since yin yu has made a friend on his own.
someone like him. not a ghost, not a lord, not a lady, just - someone he could work with, someone he liked, who he felt camaraderie with beyond the experiences of their 'games' and beyond.
he does escape, for a bit. as always, he's a shadow, able to slip out of the room the minute he needs to, but it's harder to mute parts of his presence now in the face of some people, and yin yu doesn't know where he's going besides to find somewhere quiet to shove all those bitter angry feelings down into the dirt and bury them. it's a good five or ten minutes before flayn will be able to track him down, just sort of standing at the forest entrance where the bark was torn to shreds, as if it will tell him something they didn't already know.
when someone else's presence comes to his attention, he stiffens, about ready to vanish again, but when a hand comes into his, yin yu stops himself, holding perfectly still. ]
...Flayn. [ he says, no title, nothing, voice rougher than usual with held back emotion. he's trying. ]
flayn looks up to yin yu - taking in the way he is completely unmoving, the rough tone of his voice, and the fact that he's finally, finally left off the "lady". she'd wanted that, but... not like this.
never like this.
she doesn't know what to say to him. for all that some of the people here have told her she's skilled at comforting others, she has no idea how she can possibly ease his pain. losing someone you have grown to care for hurts, even if you have only known them for a short time. and for yin yu, who has trouble connecting with other people in the first place...
the corners of flayn's eyes burn with tears. it isn't fair.]
[ he's quiet for a longer moment than usual, closing his eyes. having his mask to cover his face is something, a barrier to the outside world, a protection, something to hide behind as he tries to settle the storm of emotions threatening to swallow him whole again. deep breath in, deep breath out. meditative. in, out. emotions off. fight off the urge to run the opposite direction. fight off the urge to do -- something. anything, just push it down and ignore it, like always, run from others, go back to the shadows, go back to who's the officer of ghost city, again?.
it's not as easy as it usually is.
yin yu's hand doesn't leave hers, but the tension doesn't fade, either. eventually, he gives a slow shake of his head, exhaling out one last time as he tries to scrape himself back together behind the mask on his face like he always has. ] ...It's... [ it's not alright. yin yu's voice is still not quite right, still rough around the edges, softer than before. ] ...there's nothing you have to apologize for.
[ they tried their best, and failed, spectacularly. for the second week in a row, and this time, it struck close to home. he doesn't know how to cope with it--yin yu doesn't know how to cope with anything. all he knows is to bury it down and get back to work like he's done for the past three hundred years. but what work is there to be done, besides to say "we'll try again next week"? besides to spend the night searching like they did on the island, for some sort of vague lead?
there's none of that. just a wall to run into of mounting frustration and failure. ]
[she shakes her head a little uselessly. she does feel she should apologize - for not coming up with a better defense of guy, despite her doubts. for not knowing what to do to comfort yin yu now.
there are very few things she's able to do here, and it feels like she's failing at all of them.]
...will you come to the garden with me?
[her voice is very, very quiet.]
I gathered flowers to place in the memorial hall last weekend. They likely need to be replaced, and... [they need flowers for hikage, too. and for guy, or for whoever faces him down tomorrow, if he manages to survive the execution.] ...perhaps... having a task to focus on might help.
[ 'she's failing', but, flayn somehow found the exact thing that might actually help.
it's not even the first time they've done this, either. back on the island, the similar memorials had been something of a coping mechanism, and though yin yu hadn't really felt as close to those who passed that first week (with one exception), the second week he used the very same tactic when flayn was the one who was gone. digging graves had been a job. the island had felt, for the most part, like a job. disconnect is what he needs. (and maybe, dealing with it like he had then, unwittingly, helped too.)
he'd scrub his face if he had it visible. but, instead, yin yu just nods, the motion small, and gestures with his free hand in the directions of the garden, quietly. lead the way, it says, though he doesn't say so.
[onward, then. when he gestures them forward, her grip on his hand tightens, almost as if she's afraid he'll pull away from her - but he doesn't. instead, they stay hand-in-hand as they follow the path back to camp from the forest, and then head for the gardens.
...it's quiet here, still. perhaps not as quiet as the forest, but peaceful in a way that the camp proper is not, and the variety of flowers are a distraction.
she doesn't want to let go of his hand to start picking them, so instead, very gently—]
If you see a flower that reminds you of any of them, please let me know.
[ yin yu makes a quiet noise to let her know he heard, and allows himself to be led along through the gardens itself. it's an anchor to reality at this point, and yin yu doesn't say anything as they walk, trying to meditate his own thoughts back into place. like the waves lapping at a shore, he focuses on his breathing and the singular point he's holding onto like he has his entire life, slowly trying to settle them into place.
it's not that yin yu is really an unemotional person. he's always been calm, his heart as still as water, but under the surface, he's as human as human can be. someone who's made mistakes and bad decisions, someone who wanted to be loved, someone who repressed his own emotions (especially the negative ones) until they exploded in his face. they're complicated and difficult and his only way of dealing with them has been this--ignoring it.
it's hard to ignore when it's in his face like it is today. even if he wasn't complicit -- not this time--the feeling of helplessness brings him back to a bad time in his life, and yin yu wants nothing but to stay away from that, as far as possible. he wants to hit the brakes on anything close to getting near to other people; so the fact that he's still standing here, with someone else, is a pretty big deal.
as they walk through the garden, he exhales again, voice returning to its usual level of calm and quiet as he tries to find that still water once more. ] ...What did you pick, for the others?
[ let him listen to that, let him rely on her guidance. just let him focus on something that isn't the trial, for a little while. ]
[what, indeed. she's not sure she'll use the same flowers again, but - it will at least give them somewhere to start. they pass by a patch of betony, and she pauses, gesturing at the flowers.]
...I used those, along with white heather and pink hyacinths, for Tsurumaru. [i'm assuming fódlan flower meanings are similar to earth meanings since white rose garlands are gifts for potential lovers and symbolize young love and new beginnings, so...] In my homeland, this flower can symbolize surprises, which... he was fond of.
[As for the others...]
For Evan, I used white hyacinths, lavateras, and daffodils. Dracaenas, hydrangeas, and lemon geraniums for Yu, and... achilleas, snapdragons, and cyclamens for Ogata.
[ he watches her gesture to each of the flowers in turn. despite sanji's yelling about it at the trial last week, yin yu doesn't know much about flowers, and it's such a simple topic to focus on that it's soothing. (perhaps its the person who's doing the talking that's really made it so soothing, at all.) ]
Yes. In Fódlan - or at least, in the part of Fódlan in which I grew up...
[she thinks back. it's hard, sometimes, to remember - but flayn tries very hard to remember as many things as she can, whether they are consequential or not. it's how she's ended up with a lot of useless knowledge, and not a lot of practical knowledge.]
White heather means "Protection" and "Wishes will come true," because... we will bring him and the others back. Pink hyacinths symbolize joy or play.
...white hyacinths can mean "I will pray for you." Lavateras symbolize a sweet disposition, which Evan had. Daffodils can symbolize rebirth and hope.
[ as thoughtful as ever... flayn's kindness is a shining light in this terrible place, just like it was on the island, too. yin yu catches himself looking down instead at their hand as she talks, focusing on that instead of on the scenery, and the sound of her voice.
when did this happen?
(what happens when you get close to someone? how quickly death can touch the things that matter to you, when you let things matter.)
he's a little slow to respond, but isn't checked out of the conversation, entirely, as they make their way slowly down the path itself. ] And the snapdragons?
[she looks down at the ground. it is, perhaps, not the nicest meaning, but... they were deceived, either because they interpreted the evidence incorrectly, or because the killer meant for it to happen that way.
either way, she doesn't think they should forget that.]
But it can also mean "strength of will". Achillea flowers symbolize war and the power to overcome. Cyclamen means resignation, and farewell.
[ the dose of reality isn't a bad one. it's thoughtful in its own right, too. a memorial can be a memory to someone's kindnesses, as much as it can be to their failures... and that's twice in a row that they've done so.
his hand squeezes gently against hers for the first time. ] ...those, I think. And the Achillea, as well.
[ he didn't know hikage that well, can't make suggestions for him beyond it but for their situation, it rings true. they have to overcome, and they were lied to. it may be reality, but it feels like reality with an edge to it. with some kind of promise, that they have to do better.
as he thinks over the victims, the reminder of today's trial returns, settling on his shoulders, heavy. yin yu closes his eyes behind the mask, for a moment, thinking about guy. ] ...Something for 'loyalty'. [ some of the roughness returns, almost a crack. ] ... for tomorrow.
Mm... perhaps with some purple carnations. They symbolize capriciousness - and from what Belph said about him, I suppose he could be capricious...
[she hums, thinking it over... she isn't sure she wants the bouquets to be too similar to one another, but there are similarities in these cases, too. they've failed yu, ogata, hikage, and whoever ends up under the knife tomorrow. no matter what, they need to overcome this and prevent it from happening again.]
Mock-orange flowers symbolize remembrance, and overcoming deceit. So perhaps I will add those as well.
[as for loyalty... her expression softens, and she returns the squeeze of yin yu's hand. for his sake, she doesn't want to see guy die tomorrow - but it feels a little wrong to hope for someone else's death, too.]
...some varieties of lavender can symbolize loyalty. Sunflowers and violets can, as well, in combination with other meanings. I do not know if we will be able to find it, but flowering bamboo symbolizes steadfast loyalty and strength.
I'm not sure if I could pick those out in this garden. [ yin yu admits, quietly, glancing out at all of the flowers in the lovely little garden itself. maybe violets, and certainly bamboo--which touches on a sense of familiarity for him, that has him nodding.
he doesn't want to think of it as inevitability, but yin yu also is a realistic person. no matter who gets chosen tomorrow - it could even be him - it won't end well. the likelihood that he's going to lose someone who has become a friend is very high. i stopped writing this tag to finish watching the execution so, yeah.
he ducks his head. ] ...If you could show me, I can help pull them out. [ just a little longer like this. ]
[she doesn't really want to show him. if he picks the flowers, he may end up using both hands - which would mean that he would let go of hers. but this is about finding something for him to keep himself occupied with, not just about her own comfort.
so she scans the flowers, and spots a mock-orange. she gives his hand a gentle squeeze to get his attention before gesturing at it.]
These are mock-orange flowers, Yin Yu. I think I would like to use them after all.
[ today i learned that oranges originated in southern asia!
flayn draws his attention, and yin yu looks. the blossoms are small and delicate, and familiar, at least in some sense... the name, too. he walks with her over towards them and kneels down, his hand lingering in hers, only pulling from the touch slowly to carefully pluck the blossoms.
the movement is methodical and careful. he doesn't damage the flowers as he pulls, trying to keep them as intact as he can. it's something small to focus on, a task, as he returns to standing with the small flowers in hand. ]
[ as he stands properly, yin yu tucks the small blossoms carefully in his pouch, the flowers sticking out to the side, so they'll be protected. he's gentle with each petal, expression unreadable, eyes dark. ]
...then, on to the next.
[ and as he pulls back, yin yu's hand slides back into hers, right where it was before. ]
[on to the next, indeed. she nods, momentarily surprised when he slides his hand back into hers - but then she looks back down at the flowers with a small smile as they walk along.
she spots the next flowers they need nearly immediately, but... oh, she doesn't want to point them out. if she does, he'll just let go of her hand again. ...but that's selfish, and if he needs to distract himself with working...
[ it's quiet, easy work, but part of it is the walking with flayn, too. the reminder that there's someone here. that - that he can rely on someone. that terrifies a part of him, buried deep under a thousand other emotions, that he could rely on someone. that the very tentative, small personal relationships he's formed have become important to him, and they can be so easily taken away.
guy's condemnation was an example of that. the thought of losing flayn is even worse.
so he lets her lead him. yin yu keeps his hand in hers, and returns to her when he completes a task, to know that she's there - not just to be relied on, but to know that she's there beside him. that she's still someone he can protect.
as asked, he quietly moves to pluck the snapdragons, taking a few with careful fingers and adding them to the ones he has. he's as considerate as ever as he does so, cradling the blossoms so they don't get damaged.
how sad that they have to keep doing this, but ...in a way, it's grounding, too. a mechanical thing, but one as important as remembrance, too. memory matters so intimately in the ghost city and yin yu is someone who has never been remembered.
as he returns his hand to hers, he speaks up again, quietly. ] ...Lady Flayn, will you teach me about these meanings, more?
[it isn't often that he actually asks her to do something for him.
normally, it is yin yu who is the one offering - to lend a helping hand, to be a support, to perform some sort of tasks so that someone else does not have to. flayn can count on one hand the number of times he's actually asked her to do anything for him.
[ he'll learn. yin yu wants to be able to do this with her, not just follow along. week after week, as the deaths in the camp will inevitably continue, more and more of these will be needed. a part of him wants to stop forming the bonds that he has already - each one is a moment of danger like today, they can be a person who will forget him, inevitably, and it would be so easy to just walk away - but... another, smaller part longs for the companionship, for the closeness. for the ability to feel like a person again, instead of a ghost.
flayn's quiet, warm care for everyone on the island had stuck with him even until now, and he wants to do right by it, wants to imitate this compassion, latch onto it as something even someone like him could do.
his hand squeezes just slightly in hers, a more wordless emphasis on the thank you. it's been a long day. ]
[she squeezes his hand in return, immediately. i'm here.]
You shall excel at it, I am sure.
[yin yu is the type to put his whole self into whatever he is attempting to do. when it comes to learning about flowers - well, all it really takes is patience and a willingness to learn. he has those things in spades.]
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but this. they had every piece possible to solve it, and they convicted an innocent man. and just anyone, they convicted --
... it's been a very long time, since yin yu has made a friend on his own.
someone like him. not a ghost, not a lord, not a lady, just - someone he could work with, someone he liked, who he felt camaraderie with beyond the experiences of their 'games' and beyond.
he does escape, for a bit. as always, he's a shadow, able to slip out of the room the minute he needs to, but it's harder to mute parts of his presence now in the face of some people, and yin yu doesn't know where he's going besides to find somewhere quiet to shove all those bitter angry feelings down into the dirt and bury them. it's a good five or ten minutes before flayn will be able to track him down, just sort of standing at the forest entrance where the bark was torn to shreds, as if it will tell him something they didn't already know.
when someone else's presence comes to his attention, he stiffens, about ready to vanish again, but when a hand comes into his, yin yu stops himself, holding perfectly still. ]
...Flayn. [ he says, no title, nothing, voice rougher than usual with held back emotion. he's trying. ]
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flayn looks up to yin yu - taking in the way he is completely unmoving, the rough tone of his voice, and the fact that he's finally, finally left off the "lady". she'd wanted that, but... not like this.
never like this.
she doesn't know what to say to him. for all that some of the people here have told her she's skilled at comforting others, she has no idea how she can possibly ease his pain. losing someone you have grown to care for hurts, even if you have only known them for a short time. and for yin yu, who has trouble connecting with other people in the first place...
the corners of flayn's eyes burn with tears. it isn't fair.]
I am so sorry.
[the words don't sound like enough.]
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it's not as easy as it usually is.
yin yu's hand doesn't leave hers, but the tension doesn't fade, either. eventually, he gives a slow shake of his head, exhaling out one last time as he tries to scrape himself back together behind the mask on his face like he always has. ] ...It's... [ it's not alright. yin yu's voice is still not quite right, still rough around the edges, softer than before. ] ...there's nothing you have to apologize for.
[ they tried their best, and failed, spectacularly. for the second week in a row, and this time, it struck close to home. he doesn't know how to cope with it--yin yu doesn't know how to cope with anything. all he knows is to bury it down and get back to work like he's done for the past three hundred years. but what work is there to be done, besides to say "we'll try again next week"? besides to spend the night searching like they did on the island, for some sort of vague lead?
there's none of that. just a wall to run into of mounting frustration and failure. ]
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there are very few things she's able to do here, and it feels like she's failing at all of them.]
...will you come to the garden with me?
[her voice is very, very quiet.]
I gathered flowers to place in the memorial hall last weekend. They likely need to be replaced, and... [they need flowers for hikage, too. and for guy, or for whoever faces him down tomorrow, if he manages to survive the execution.] ...perhaps... having a task to focus on might help.
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it's not even the first time they've done this, either. back on the island, the similar memorials had been something of a coping mechanism, and though yin yu hadn't really felt as close to those who passed that first week (with one exception), the second week he used the very same tactic when flayn was the one who was gone. digging graves had been a job. the island had felt, for the most part, like a job. disconnect is what he needs. (and maybe, dealing with it like he had then, unwittingly, helped too.)
he'd scrub his face if he had it visible. but, instead, yin yu just nods, the motion small, and gestures with his free hand in the directions of the garden, quietly. lead the way, it says, though he doesn't say so.
his hand doesn't leave hers. ]
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...it's quiet here, still. perhaps not as quiet as the forest, but peaceful in a way that the camp proper is not, and the variety of flowers are a distraction.
she doesn't want to let go of his hand to start picking them, so instead, very gently—]
If you see a flower that reminds you of any of them, please let me know.
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it's not that yin yu is really an unemotional person. he's always been calm, his heart as still as water, but under the surface, he's as human as human can be. someone who's made mistakes and bad decisions, someone who wanted to be loved, someone who repressed his own emotions (especially the negative ones) until they exploded in his face. they're complicated and difficult and his only way of dealing with them has been this--ignoring it.
it's hard to ignore when it's in his face like it is today. even if he wasn't complicit -- not this time--the feeling of helplessness brings him back to a bad time in his life, and yin yu wants nothing but to stay away from that, as far as possible. he wants to hit the brakes on anything close to getting near to other people; so the fact that he's still standing here, with someone else, is a pretty big deal.
as they walk through the garden, he exhales again, voice returning to its usual level of calm and quiet as he tries to find that still water once more. ] ...What did you pick, for the others?
[ let him listen to that, let him rely on her guidance. just let him focus on something that isn't the trial, for a little while. ]
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[what, indeed. she's not sure she'll use the same flowers again, but - it will at least give them somewhere to start. they pass by a patch of betony, and she pauses, gesturing at the flowers.]
...I used those, along with white heather and pink hyacinths, for Tsurumaru. [i'm assuming fódlan flower meanings are similar to earth meanings since white rose garlands are gifts for potential lovers and symbolize young love and new beginnings, so...] In my homeland, this flower can symbolize surprises, which... he was fond of.
[As for the others...]
For Evan, I used white hyacinths, lavateras, and daffodils. Dracaenas, hydrangeas, and lemon geraniums for Yu, and... achilleas, snapdragons, and cyclamens for Ogata.
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Do each of those have a meaning, as well?
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[she thinks back. it's hard, sometimes, to remember - but flayn tries very hard to remember as many things as she can, whether they are consequential or not. it's how she's ended up with a lot of useless knowledge, and not a lot of practical knowledge.]
White heather means "Protection" and "Wishes will come true," because... we will bring him and the others back. Pink hyacinths symbolize joy or play.
...white hyacinths can mean "I will pray for you." Lavateras symbolize a sweet disposition, which Evan had. Daffodils can symbolize rebirth and hope.
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when did this happen?
(what happens when you get close to someone? how quickly death can touch the things that matter to you, when you let things matter.)
he's a little slow to respond, but isn't checked out of the conversation, entirely, as they make their way slowly down the path itself. ] And the snapdragons?
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[she looks down at the ground. it is, perhaps, not the nicest meaning, but... they were deceived, either because they interpreted the evidence incorrectly, or because the killer meant for it to happen that way.
either way, she doesn't think they should forget that.]
But it can also mean "strength of will". Achillea flowers symbolize war and the power to overcome. Cyclamen means resignation, and farewell.
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his hand squeezes gently against hers for the first time. ] ...those, I think. And the Achillea, as well.
[ he didn't know hikage that well, can't make suggestions for him beyond it but for their situation, it rings true. they have to overcome, and they were lied to. it may be reality, but it feels like reality with an edge to it. with some kind of promise, that they have to do better.
as he thinks over the victims, the reminder of today's trial returns, settling on his shoulders, heavy. yin yu closes his eyes behind the mask, for a moment, thinking about guy. ] ...Something for 'loyalty'. [ some of the roughness returns, almost a crack. ] ... for tomorrow.
[ if it happens that way. ]
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[she hums, thinking it over... she isn't sure she wants the bouquets to be too similar to one another, but there are similarities in these cases, too. they've failed yu, ogata, hikage, and whoever ends up under the knife tomorrow. no matter what, they need to overcome this and prevent it from happening again.]
Mock-orange flowers symbolize remembrance, and overcoming deceit. So perhaps I will add those as well.
[as for loyalty... her expression softens, and she returns the squeeze of yin yu's hand. for his sake, she doesn't want to see guy die tomorrow - but it feels a little wrong to hope for someone else's death, too.]
...some varieties of lavender can symbolize loyalty. Sunflowers and violets can, as well, in combination with other meanings. I do not know if we will be able to find it, but flowering bamboo symbolizes steadfast loyalty and strength.
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he doesn't want to think of it as inevitability, but yin yu also is a realistic person. no matter who gets chosen tomorrow - it could even be him - it won't end well. the likelihood that he's going to lose someone who has become a friend is very high. i stopped writing this tag to finish watching the execution so, yeah.
he ducks his head. ] ...If you could show me, I can help pull them out. [ just a little longer like this. ]
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[she doesn't really want to show him. if he picks the flowers, he may end up using both hands - which would mean that he would let go of hers. but this is about finding something for him to keep himself occupied with, not just about her own comfort.
so she scans the flowers, and spots a mock-orange. she gives his hand a gentle squeeze to get his attention before gesturing at it.]
These are mock-orange flowers, Yin Yu. I think I would like to use them after all.
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flayn draws his attention, and yin yu looks. the blossoms are small and delicate, and familiar, at least in some sense... the name, too. he walks with her over towards them and kneels down, his hand lingering in hers, only pulling from the touch slowly to carefully pluck the blossoms.
the movement is methodical and careful. he doesn't damage the flowers as he pulls, trying to keep them as intact as he can. it's something small to focus on, a task, as he returns to standing with the small flowers in hand. ]
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anyway, flayn watches quietly as he retrieves the blossoms, and when he's finished, she nods.]
Thank you... those will do nicely.
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...then, on to the next.
[ and as he pulls back, yin yu's hand slides back into hers, right where it was before. ]
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she spots the next flowers they need nearly immediately, but... oh, she doesn't want to point them out. if she does, he'll just let go of her hand again. ...but that's selfish, and if he needs to distract himself with working...
she gestures toward them with her free hand.]
I think those are snapdragons, over there.
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guy's condemnation was an example of that. the thought of losing flayn is even worse.
so he lets her lead him. yin yu keeps his hand in hers, and returns to her when he completes a task, to know that she's there - not just to be relied on, but to know that she's there beside him. that she's still someone he can protect.
as asked, he quietly moves to pluck the snapdragons, taking a few with careful fingers and adding them to the ones he has. he's as considerate as ever as he does so, cradling the blossoms so they don't get damaged.
how sad that they have to keep doing this, but ...in a way, it's grounding, too. a mechanical thing, but one as important as remembrance, too. memory matters so intimately in the ghost city and yin yu is someone who has never been remembered.
as he returns his hand to hers, he speaks up again, quietly. ] ...Lady Flayn, will you teach me about these meanings, more?
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[it isn't often that he actually asks her to do something for him.
normally, it is yin yu who is the one offering - to lend a helping hand, to be a support, to perform some sort of tasks so that someone else does not have to. flayn can count on one hand the number of times he's actually asked her to do anything for him.
so how could she possibly deny him this?]
I would be glad to teach you all I know, Yin Yu.
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[ he'll learn. yin yu wants to be able to do this with her, not just follow along. week after week, as the deaths in the camp will inevitably continue, more and more of these will be needed. a part of him wants to stop forming the bonds that he has already - each one is a moment of danger like today, they can be a person who will forget him, inevitably, and it would be so easy to just walk away - but... another, smaller part longs for the companionship, for the closeness. for the ability to feel like a person again, instead of a ghost.
flayn's quiet, warm care for everyone on the island had stuck with him even until now, and he wants to do right by it, wants to imitate this compassion, latch onto it as something even someone like him could do.
his hand squeezes just slightly in hers, a more wordless emphasis on the thank you. it's been a long day. ]
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You shall excel at it, I am sure.
[yin yu is the type to put his whole self into whatever he is attempting to do. when it comes to learning about flowers - well, all it really takes is patience and a willingness to learn. he has those things in spades.]