They pissed her off at the time.
They made her *Wish she could k!ll another Spirit.
They made her wish that she wasn't the only one that could be k!lled.

.. But now, maybe there was *Some truth to it.

Maybe Dahlia ruined herself.
Maybe, she needs to fix herself..

.. The old her would find a workaround for something like Tragedy.

Could a plant be durable enough to survive the rains?

.. No. Even Geon struggled.

But what if the rains rolled off before they could soak in?

.. No, that wouldn't work..

//

HER EVIL PLANS LMAO

She'll grow some other flowers around it.
That way, it has some company.

.. Eyes move up. Staring over the landscape.

Everything. All of it is in ruins.

.. She reaches down.
To stroke one of the flower's petals.

And then she retreats back into the Earth.
To one of her underground reserves.

knows...

Cirrus must still be alive.
Otherwise Dahlia wouldn't be.

Wonderful.

Just. Fucking. Wonderful.

.. No.
Her thoughts are riling her up again. Stop it.

. . . . .

Her features soften.

.. The old Dahlia wouldn't have let her emotions get the better of her.. She wouldn't have given up..

.... Deep breath.
Anger during this event only got you into deeper shit.

With *Them.

......

Still, though.
Perhaps her original plan wasn't such a bad idea.

Of not allowing her plants to regrow on the surface.
.. If this is all that's going to befall them.

( everybody else gets relief, she gets *This )