At the time, it didn't matter. If we didn't make those sacrifices, there would be no improvement. [He tenses, his frustrations with how the world at the time was running itself coming to the forefront.] No one else was going to step up.
[The longer he stared at the growth that was gently climbing up the lattice on the side of the house, the more he was sure the sight was familiar... except no, the petal count was all wrong, and they were not in pots. He looked... disappointed.]