Elm: The clouds? Hm...
He looks up at the sky
"They want me to go up there with them...one day I will.."
(hintong to death)
(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-)
Elm: O-oh...
"Iz gonna looks so cool! I'll be taller than mommy and daddy!"
(STOP ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT-NOOOOOOOOOOO-NOT THE SMOL BEANNNNNNNNNNNNN-)
Elm: I...Hazel what are you talking about...?
He looks at Hazel, mildly concerned
"Mah uncle said mah trees gonna die sooon!"
(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-)
Elm: W-WHAT!?
"Uh-huh!"
He seemed so...positive. So unknowing that people would mourn his soon coming death. He just...wanted to spread all the happiness he could before his end.
(I'M GONNA CRY STOPPPPPPPPPP-NOOOO-NO HE'S TOO PRECIOUSSSSSSSSSSSS-)
Elm: ...
He looks at Hazel, eyes wide
"...? Do you wanna go to see toys nyow?"