Marshmallow: Look, Willow! The leaves changed colors!
Willow: Weaves?
Marshmallow: Look, Willow! The leaves changed colors!
Willow: Weaves?
*Gasp*
Thistle: No…
Freesia: I love you, so so much. Remember, this house is yours, and I’ll do everything I can to make sure of it.
Freesia: You’re going to have to go back. If I go back, you’ll be trapped.
Thistle: What? No! I didn’t want this to happen! I’m sorry!
Freesia: I know, you were trying to do the right thing, but remember the last time I was taken in? You had to stay at that foster place for months.
Thistle: I hated that place.
Officer 1: Hello, Freesia. This young man here, your… son? Called us saying you were in danger. Hurting yourself?
Freesia: I-
Officer 2: Don’t worry, we’ll try our best not to.
Freesia: *Sniff* Thistle? What’s going on? I heard voices…
Officer 1: Hey there, kiddo. What’s your name?
Thistle: Thistle.
Officer 1: You’re a smart kid, Thistle, you know that?
Thistle: Please don’t hurt her.