Perfection only exists in nature. Replicating would be a true crime. [ She takes in a deep breath, twirling the handle once in her hand. ]
Can't you feel it? It has no power behind it. No life. [ Yuuka gestures wide to the arrangements, and the leaves of some of the flowers shake and stiffen. ] It can trick these lowly plants, but it cannot fool me. [ There's a crackle of something in her tone. Irritation at the very least. ]