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Flowery wandered alone through flower fields, strangely enough, without Asgore. ‘Since my king doesn't seem to want to be bothered for now, I'll give him…a couple of minutes until I return.’ he went to sit down in one of the fields covered in flowers, admiring the sunset.
‘The seven suns, following each flower in the bouquet. Everyone…is wonderful, their dreams, my dream, all of it… I want it to continue. And, even if it doesn't, at the very least, we got to see, feel, and be. Just for a little while. Afterall, we were only supposed to live for one day.’ he faces to the side, gently brushing his hand against the soft petals of the flower beside him.
Flowery smiles to himself. ‘I want everyone to be happy, so I want to do my best to try and help them. Help my family. I only want the best, and for old buddy…I want to wash his sorrows away, and that he can feel at home, with us. Isn't it wonderful that he let us live for so long? But we've given nothing in return. The one day we can…’ he lets go of the flower's petals, and balls his fist, but doesn't clench. ‘I want our king to realize that we can take his pain away, and let him live happily here, with us. Even if we wilt away in the light world, it wouldn't matter, because Asgore's smile, his joy is worth more than anything to us.’
Despite Flowery's kind thoughts, a small, tiny voice in his head speaks up. ‘I help everyone else, be what they want me to be, but what about myself? What do I want to be, for myself?’ But, he shakes his head, chuckling softly. ‘Well, nothing's about me. I've already taken plenty all these years; all I can do now, is give back. I'll be whatever: a cooking partner, a sparring buddy, a listener… as long as it makes someone happy.’
After a moment, a realization blossoms inside Flowery, and he chuckles to himself. ‘Heh, I sound like little prince Raly.’ “I wonder how he's faring now?” He speaks aloud, to himself. ‘I think all my attempts to coax him out of his shell have worked so far. A lot more expressive, and less willing to just, simply follow along without a voice, even if he tries to.’
“That's great!” A voice clip resounds from Flowery's mouth, and he balls up so he can rest his head on his arms.
‘I wonder how the others are doing right now. Maybe they need help? I'll have to go check on them, it'd be no good if any of them got into trouble. Trouble?’ Flowery furrows his brows for a second, and remembers ‘Oh, the Lightners! Of course, how could I forget? I was just thinking of Raly too! They all seem sweet, although Kris…I'm still not really sure what's going on with them, but since I'm just a little flower, nothing I do will stop them, or anyone.’
Flowery tilts his head, while the sunlight shines at his face at a good angle, making him look as beautiful as a blossom. ‘While I wish our fountain would last long, I know it won't. It will be sealed soon. But in the meantime, I'll do my best, for the sake of everyone else.' His smile fades momentarily, ‘Someone else's smile, is worth more than mine.'
Unfurling himself, Flowery leans backwards, extending his long legs out, and using his arms to prop him up from behind. ‘I want to fight for my dream, but it'll…never overpower the prophecy. I know that much. Still, it doesn't hurt to try, heh.’ He leans forward slightly as he moves one of his arms to look at his hand. ‘I'll never see these hands of mine again. I'll never see my face again, I'll never be able to…speak again. To feel again, to be able to move at all. But at least, to wilt means to have bloomed. Why don't I do something for myself? Just once, something that isn't just helping others, even…’ he sighs. ‘It's rather selfish of me. I should go check on the others, and then our king. And the Lightners too. Hopefully they're not too close to the fountain, I want to feel truly alive, just a little longer.’
Flowery stands up, dusting himself off, and faces directly towards the sun. “Thanks for watching over me.” He waves at the sun with a soft smile, and walks away.