Life... is fleeting
We as humans are like flowers, destined to sprout, blossom, and eventually wilt
To be able to experience this process - that is what it means to have lived a 'full' life
Following this logic, the most tragic of lives are those in this world who are not able to experience this
To pluck the flower of life in it's prime is a disgusting, villainous, unforgivable action
To pluck it before it is able to fully bloom is even worse
This is why killing a child is considered so much worse than killing an adult
For only the devil would kill a child
Narancia, whilst more of an adolescent on the outside, is but a child on the inside
A budding flower, pulled out from it's roots
But these roots that he sowed shall remain, both inside and outside of these pages, in the hearts of others
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