[Still, he held onto him. He did not care what it looked like; he did not trust Zelos enough to believe he would stay the moment he let go. He looked at the plant. In just a glance, he identified key characteristics of its leaves, stem, roots, and flowers.

Well, it was not as if Zelos was lying, though, it did not mean he was not deceptive. While he personally had no interest in growing such flowers, it was not unheard of to have in a garden.]

It's a garden plant. [Obviously.] Why are you taking it?

[He pulled a gardening glove out from his pocket. Zelos was not the only one picking plants. He held his hand out expectantly.]

You're killing it. Give.