[When Jade finds the letter from Sorrow, it's almost a relief. It gives her permission to be sad, confirms her suspicions that she can't ever be really, truly happy. Jade may not be the most competitive, but she's an expert in being sad. She's spent the morning moping around the house when she starts to notice the subtle changes, the additions of brightness and color that Connor's added to their home. Jade's not sure she's a fan, they go against the overwhelming mood of sadness she wants to infect their home with.
She eyes a particularly cheerful pot of flowers that stands between her and her bedroom.]
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She eyes a particularly cheerful pot of flowers that stands between her and her bedroom.]
What the fuck are those for?