The Eye of the Storm


"Trust me, I get it. Letting those thoughts ping around in your head for too long can't be healthy. I've got my own anxieties that eat me up if I don't let them spill out from time to time. Right now, that's whether or not my own relationship is going to go well.

"But...I'm always an ear if you need to talk. Benefit of being a hero, I'm always good at listening without the political biases that your average senator would have. As for the flowers, I can always explain. I hope the practice hasn't fallen out of fashion, but I'm an old soul who remembers the days when the Outer Rim was a wild place of lawlessness and refugees trying to hide from imperial oppression. Flowers were a code language for us to hide hope in."