🎀

[zephir casts a heavy shadow over him and instincts tell him to step back, but saber's anger wins and keep him in place. annoyance twists up his expression as he watches the plant get brought back to some semblance of life.]

'Cause I feed on death. What's so surprising about that? Damn thing came from me, after all.

[staring down at the piece zephir holds out to him, then up to meet his eyes as he snatches it from his grasp like he'd been holding it from him in the first place. for saber, he reminded him of it after being forgotten about. like he knew he was moving on from their little 'tussle'.]

Fuck you.

[a broken record at this point and he doesn't care. at least he got part of it back, right? he'll be going now.]