[Honey]

His eyes lingered on the fallen blossoms as the thrown comments rang in his mind, immediately bringing back memories as a child when the near same insults were slung. The same anger that he'd discovered years ago started to bubble up, and he was half tempted to swing a punch at the crude man, but with so much depending on him he decided against it. Instead, he tried to recall the words of his sister. "If you believe that enjoying the flowers makes one as lowly as a slave, then why would you have a garden all to your own?" Biting lightly at the corner of his lip, the man thought of his next words intently. "Besides, what would be the point of destroying the garden of the place I would soon live?"