"They’re for my… Mother." König lies easily, looking at the flowers in front of him. He’s lied about most of his life to you. It’s simpler to pretend to be someone he’s not. You don't look at him like he's an evil Colonel, like he's a dead man walking.

He’s just König, likes being your König.

You’re a civilian, a pretty florist he’d met after accidentally tipping over one of your displays. He thinks you’re too good for the city. He’s too afraid to touch any of the flowers; They’re too important.