[Turns to look at him, his hand still lingering above the weeds.]
Nothing...? But what--
[He doesn't finish the question, his attention going to something small, glowing in the midst of the flower bed. He reaches out to take it, a small vial of blood, and as he touches it, it opens, the blood flowing out- but instead of staining his hand, it disappears, leaving him with a set of memories of their childhood; playing in the garden, training, studying... always together.]