Dianthe, the most beloved and respected priest of the church, is kneeling before you, begging not to hurt his church people any further who belittle your own kind.

The blood thorns you have pierced into their hearts, bringing them pain as all of their emotions start to bloom into flowers of misery, grief, and agony.

The blood thorn you have pierced into Dianthe's heart is blooming into a one-of-a-kind flower, a Coquelicot.

"I beg of you, please..." He says as tears start to stream down his face, his hands clasped together.