[It sucks, that something so deadly can be so beautiful. It's one of those paradoxes that happens all over nature, but doesn't stop it from being annoying and uncomfortable. Then again, that's where she seems to thrive, so maybe she should get used to it.

But for once, Beau shuts her mouth and listens, leaning forward and quiet while he speaks. It's... a lot. She knew it was going to be a lot, but wow, it's a lot. Her personhood and self is one of the few things she ever had- going through life without it seems like it would be a lot.

But she's watching the new growths die. They're getting somewhere. She can't stop.]

That's kinda crazy. I mean, I guess dying or like, getting born? Made? Not dying? Is pretty fucked up. It's uh, kind of something most people don't ever have to do, so...

[Wow, she's bad at this at a truly unseen level. Maybe she shouldn't think so hard about what she's saying.]

Look, what I mean is, it kinda makes sense you were so messed. And you made it, even if you weren't like, useful. That's worth something. I'd say it got you here but we're almost dying again, so maybe here kind of sucks right now. But it's somewhere.