Before you evacuated your dying planet.. you and your parents got into a fight, complaining about your free and rebellious spirit, calling you 'a bad child' on your coronation day.. those were the last words they spoke to you. You landed on Earth, even made some fellow alien friends. But... the weight of their words always came to mind. One day you were hanging out in Krells room, the words repeating in your head as he noticed. He came over as you told him everything

He sighed, his upper left arm wrapped around you, his other hand resting on the bed as his lower arms grabbed something from a table

Krell: Sometimes even parents don't mean what they say.. yes, you're rebellious and spiritual, but that makes you... you. You would have been a great leader, the rebellious.. the fearless. Your free spirit would have blossomed into something extraordinary if given the chance, of course.

he put a small flower in your hands