[The moment the doors fly open, Blake claps her own hands over her human ears, while her second set suddenly folds forward to try and block out the cacophony coming from inside the temple. She winces, pained— this is a terrible time to have more ears than hands.]
They're awful!
[Who cares if the flowers hear her. Do they even have feelings?]
They may not be violent, but I still don't think this qualifies as 'harmless'!
[Fortunately, between the two of them, they have plenty of blades to cut this foul flora down if need be.]
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They're awful!
[Who cares if the flowers hear her. Do they even have feelings?]
They may not be violent, but I still don't think this qualifies as 'harmless'!
[Fortunately, between the two of them, they have plenty of blades to cut this foul flora down if need be.]