[center][h2][color=a187be]Mei[/color][/h2]
[@Old Amsterdam][/center]

Mei's steady gait stopped, after the subtle, but fairly noticeable prompt of her companion. She breathed deep, in the alleway, as she allowed herself to catch her breath. [color=a187be]"Why, you say." [/color] She paused as she eyed the droplets down her legs. She had to do something about the blood samples she was scattering through half of the city aswell. She inhaled, thinking carefully. He seemed keener than she initially thought, maybe she could reason with her charge as if he were an infant rather than a severely mentally-impaired patient. [color=a187be] "Flowers. It's because of that." [/color]. She pondered. [color=a187be]"A flower is a fragile thing, that one might crush at our mercy in our palms, should we wish to. However... it is also a wondrous thing. Something that has been growing on water, soil and light, and yet exquisitely complicated."[/color] Mei added as she spotted a manhole cover. [color=a187be]"Should we not, then, grow flowers instead of crushing them?" [/color] She paused as she strained herself dragging the cover out, the raw smell making her nostrils curl. [color=a187be] "Saving ghoul lives is even more complicated, while extinguishing them is still fairly easy. I want to see a world full of life, not full of death as it is now."[/color]. She indicated to Draco. [color=a187be] "Now we go down, Hopefully whatever kind of stuff grows in the sewers will ruin any kind of trace we are leaving. It is going to stink, but then we will go to have a shower at some haven I possess."[/color]

[color=a187be][i]I'll have to scrub down hard the grime leading to the haven too, but I can do that with a bit of more time.[/i][/color] Mei bitterly thought as she splashed inside the sewer.