[There were days when he questioned what he had done as a Meister... no, that wasn't right. What he did is something he felt confident about; it was what got him started on that path that bothered him.] You're right, Lacus. I didn't expect immediate results. [Though the stubborn resistance was tiring toward the end; part of that same frustration that led him to charge straight in, without assistance, and get himself killed.]
Hm? Oh. [He blinks, looks at her, and then points at the plants.] I thought those flowers were familiar, but I think they just look similar to... to ones my parents would always have around the house at Christmas.