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[pinkmin]

I hope so.

I want to be, for everyone that has been so kind to me.

[iustaegis]

[ "I want to be, for everyone that has been so kind to me"... ]

And... for yourself too, I hope.

[ Get that inner self esteem, gurl. ]

[pinkmin]

[What's that.]

... Maybe a little.

[iustaegis]

Consider that "a little"... a small sapling, that you might grow? [ She sounds hopeful, as if just getting Vianca to consider it would be a victory. ]

[pinkmin]

[While that is extremely well intented, Pyra, there is a significant amount of silence on the other end as the point.... sailed into the sky.]







I believe I am fully grown?

[The flower stage was the mature stage for a pikmin after all! And she had been this height for... forever.]

[iustaegis]

[ aw cheese

But also-- ]

You... are?

[ ........ ] Um, Vianca, may I ask-- how old are you?

[pinkmin]

T-- [No, wait.] ... Eleven.

[iustaegis]

[ Only 11 and fully grown?? ]

Erm, and your kind... is that considered an adult?

[pinkmin]

Truthfully, I... do not know.

I am the oldest pikmin that I know of. Olimar's notes do not have any clues of our lifespans.

[iustaegis]

[ . . .Silence follows on Pyra's end just long enough to be awkward, if Vianca is not patient. ]

I see. Because, ah, if that's the case... I'd like to apologize for the assumption that you are a child. But if it's not... I suppose this means you might have more room to grow? In this world.

[pinkmin]

[Vianca is nothing but patient.]

It is alright. As a pikmin I may be fully grown, but...

[It is her turn to pause again, now asking for Pyra's patience.]

I am still not sure how to be a pikmin or a person, so... I believe you are right.

[iustaegis]

[ She can agree, it is difficult being a person. Even more when you know returning to your world means you have to die.

But she smiles fondly at hearing that. ]

Is there Pikmin saying at all, for a moment like this? Such as "may you bloom and grow"?

[pinkmin]

[Another pause. This time she can't quite help the way her volume dipped back into that cautious whisper.]

I would not know.

[iustaegis]

[ A soft "ah" escapes her. ] I'm... very sorry to hear that.

[ Then, gently: ] Well, as our resident and only Pikmin... you can decide if there's saying to say or not, mm?

[pinkmin]

[The only things she knew about the pikmin that came before her or even what planet they originated was just from the book of notes she had, and even those were written by someone that did not have time to understand.]

... Can people just do that?

[iustaegis]

[ She reassures: ] Absolutely.

Whether it's here and now, or sometime later. I'll be proud when you do come up with something-- as our dear Pikmin named Vianca.

[pinkmin]

[She's quiet again, but it's notably much more flustered than it is because of sorrow, made obvious by how it was more of a squeak:]

... Okay.