The first time he had taken notice of their form was when he caught them struggling with a generator right by the corner of the map. Frail, so frail. Like a flower that could be stomped dead on track. Azure was ready, they were ready to take on the screaming in their head just like how it is when he's face to face with a survivor. But, that time, it never came. The head was quiet, and so was Azure as he stared at the person in front of him. Flowers bloomed from their skin, branches struck out of their body like they are some sort of soil. Yet that face never once shifted into one of discomfort. It was weird.

Overtime, he had started developing a habit of sitting down in total silence with TwoTime or just following them around right after ending the other survivors. Sure it would make the survivors won still, but Azure have his own win as well. That now the screaming stopped coming up near TwoTime, they could be at peace. Not like the latter seems to mind, they seems to be in a rather dazed or delusional state. Nightshades are poisonous. So it's not a strange thing to see TwoTime more weaker as time went by, but thanks to the flowers he could still be near them without head full of words shoved into him.

That night, as the round ticked by, Azure followed TwoTime around like always, walking besides them without any words exchanged between the two.