[And now he has a tiny sprout. Anders blinks down at it, shifting it into one hand a moment later and using the other to retrieve the kitten that's currently climbing over his shoulder on a heading for the sprout out of a clear case of jealousy.]
Will it live long without being planted?
[He's a healer. Life should have been his purpose, but nothing had gone according to plan, or hope, or anything, and now death is what he's known for. Sometimes he accepts this. Sometimes he doesn't.]
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Will it live long without being planted?
[He's a healer. Life should have been his purpose, but nothing had gone according to plan, or hope, or anything, and now death is what he's known for. Sometimes he accepts this. Sometimes he doesn't.]
I'd prefer not to kill it.