The plant lands on the toe cap of a boot. Sieghart looks down at the plant, longer than it has any right to be and curling like the fingers of a hand over his footwear, and tosses it aside with the flick of his ankle. It falls limply, all fight gone from the moment of its uprooting.]
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The plant lands on the toe cap of a boot. Sieghart looks down at the plant, longer than it has any right to be and curling like the fingers of a hand over his footwear, and tosses it aside with the flick of his ankle. It falls limply, all fight gone from the moment of its uprooting.]
. . . How troublesome.
Souji, give me the seeds.