Cynthian stared at her for a long moment. He was expecting her to laugh, to scoff, to further insult him for asking her to apologize. Yet, she did not. Did he perhaps misjudge her character after all? Still, she hadn't apologized.
"It meant very little to you, but I've been told those kinds of hurtful words since I was a budew. They've called me spineless, just like you have, weak, green sprout," he raised his monochrome flowers. "Rose tinted. The list goes on."
Cynthian lowered his arms and sighed with downcast eyes. "You've probably never been trampled and pushed around all your life, so please, the least you could do is apologize. It'll at least convince me you're not like those bullies who forced me to quit daycare."