( Silence is alarmingly loud. Flowers remain in this void ... but they lack any colour. He crouches down next to them, tilting his head to the side. ) You are still beautiful to me, little thing.

/ with how zacharie speaks, everything he says is so inadvertently flirtatious but when he flirts? you know his ass puts the accent on thick as hell

... oh, your Majesty. You should not be here.

... I am unsure of how to tell you this. ( His mask is pulled back down over his eyes once more and he offers a smile. ) You are at The End. Welcome.

Yes ... The End. Can't you see around us? It is all gone. It has been purified. May I? ( He offered his arm to her. )

Precisely... ( A tension hangs in the air. A guardian existing following the end of the world. A rarity, an oddity to be sure. ) This is all that remains of the fragile world you created. It is ... something, no? Haha.