Listening to him was a good distraction and he satisfied her curiosity at the same time. If he hadn't started talking about them, she would absolutely have started asking questions.

"Turning tragedy into beauty, I can appreciate that. It's poetic." And, what she could remember from some of her lessons, blood and rot left behind on battlefields were sometimes good for growth. For recovery.

It made her wish they were somewhere in the origin system. Somewhere safe, that wouldn't be trampled by soldiers or scavengers. They seemed like something that belonged in the Silver Grove or somewhere like it. Or the gardens of the Zariman, before the void jump.

"Wish they had them back home. Then again, I guess if they did grow there, we'd have left a hell of a garden behind when the Orokin fell."