[ 'You must be so lonely.' He thinks it, loudly, but manages to catch himself instead. It's not fair of him to judge that without knowing her life. ] I've never met a person who insists they have all the good in their life and have such a bleak outlook on humanity. Why do you think that? How many people have you surrounded yourself with that are demanding and horrible? Why would you think people don't have so much to offer others?

People are a lot like plants. Will they grow into magnificent trees with all of their branches casting their influence over the land, or will the barely turn out of their sapling stage, eaten by some beast? And much like trees, they provide for others for all their needs and work together to make oxygen, shelter, and nutrients for the other creatures living around them. They die, decay, and return their nutrients into the soil for others to use - and the cycle continues.

People are like trees. Trees do not hate people.

[ Mizuki, however, does look at the flowers. It's not like madness is something he's unfamiliar with, especially when this is his doing, anyway. ]

I don't think they're annoying. I think they just don't have a coherency like we do, but... [ He twists his harpoon-brella around to slice through... something that was formerly invisible, but as the sharp tip cuts through it reveals an inky black tendril instead. He throws it to the ground to let some of the flowers fight over it. ] ...I can relate to them a little bit, I think.