There is a flower that grows on Mars. It is red and harsh and fit for our soil. It is called haemanthus. It means
“blood blossom.

'Personally, I do not want to make you a man. Men are so very frail. Men break. Men die. No, I've always wished to make a god.' He smiles mischievously as he does some sketches on a digital pad. He spins it around and shows me the killer I will become. 'So why not carve you to be the god of war?'

... You have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.

Roses are red, and so is blood.

A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms Without the aid of the seasons.