After a while of trivial conversation Rox arrived with the seeds. His long white robe ruffled in the wind as he came towards us. I couldn't help but look at him and wonder how his appearance was before he became a robot. Did he have long, black hair like Brok or was he blond? Was he thin, athletic built or fat? I truly didn't know, but I was very curious and thought that I'd ask him when we'd finally meet with each other again.

I glanced back at Brok thinking that what awaited him was far much worse. Brok wasn't going to become like Rox. Rox' consciousness was placed in a robotic body, but Brok was going to be killed. I wanted to talk to him about it, but I knew that if I did he would get angry and his joyful mood was a refreshing breath of air for me. However, I didn't that conversation. At some point I was going to talk to him about it. As I thought about this Rox handed him the pair of gloves and a small vial. I assumed that the growth accelerator was in it.

"Thank you Rox. You can go now," Brok ordered.

"Yes master."

"Nice to see you Rox. I've missed you," I commented.

"Thank you," Rox replied. Then he bowed at me, turned and left. I watched him leave as the wind blew his long white tunic. As I watched him leave I was thinking that I really did miss him. He was such a cool dude. I knew he was a robot, but still there was something sweet about him. His essence was certainly still there.

"I did not know that you felt affection for him," Brok said straight faced.

"He was always very kind to me," I answered. Brok stared at me with a strong silence and then he stared back at Rox as he disappeared from view.

"So, are we going to do this or what?" I interrupted. Brok's golden eyes shifted towards his blue hand.

"Yes, let us do this," Brok said with a smile. Sharp fangs shone briefly. They still scared me a bit, but not as much as they did before. I sat down on the red dirt. Brok frowned and opened his eyes wide. He seemed confused.

"What are you doing?" Brok asked.

"What do you mean? I'm here to plant some roses," I said.

"You don't need to sit down on the dirt. Look," he said and poured some seeds on the ground. Then he poured a few drops on the ground and amazingly the seeds began to grow roots. They grew longer and thicker. I got up as they began to sink into the ground. I could hardly believe it myself when I saw stems growing taller, then leaves and finally the roses themselves. My jaw dropped as the bushes just continued to grow.

"Here is your rose garden," Brok said.

"Wow, that's amazing! What is that?" I asked touching the vial.

"This is the growth accelerator. It has all of the nutrients that plants need in one single drop, but in this same drop there is also a cell from the planet Dilso that manipulates growth in subatomic particle levels. We were able to harness that particle and use it for our own vegetation. We call our growth accelerator Ti Shapta," he said.

"Wow, that's amazing. So Sha trades with the planet Dilso. That's a amazing," I commented out loud, but Brok shook his head.

"No, Sha does not trade with Dilso. Sha simply takes from Dilso," he said.

"Oh," I murmured disappointingly. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?

"I am glad that you are pleased with your garden. Your roses look wonderful," he said.

"Yes. Thank you," I replied dryly, but he didn't seem to notice or care.

"The thorns are marvelous," he said.

"Yes, Rox told me that the thorns were your favorite aspect of the rose. You've missed the whole point of the rose though," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you're not looking at the flower per se... the petals," I said. Brok approached the rose bushes and touched the petals.

"I like the softness of it and the color is certainly amazing," Brok said.

"And it has a wonderful scent," I said without much feeling.

"Does it? I was unaware of that? Where is the scent? In its thorns?"

"No, in the rose bud. Let me show you," I said and Brok nodded. I approached the rose bush and I tried to take the rose out as carefully as I could, but unfortunately as I pulled it I cut my finger.

"Ouch," I complained.

"What happened? Are you alright?" Brok asked.

"Yeah, it's nothing," I said. I was finally able to pull it out and hand him the rose.

"May I?" I asked. Brok frowned looking confused at first, but then he nodded in agreement. I pressed the petals to his nose.

"Smell," I said. Brok sniffed.

"Incredible! This rose has a scent!" Brok said excited. He snatched the rose from my hand.

"Ouch, be careful," I complained again.

"Oh, I did not mean to hurt you. Let me see your hand," he said.

"I'm fine," I replied, but Brok insisted and I extended my hand. Brok grabbed it and I realized that Brok had never held my hand and that this was his first time. He studied it with his golden eyes. They scanned every line and imperfection on it and as he did I felt his strong and warm, blue hands holding mine. He touched my lines with his finger and passed it softly all the way to the finger that was cut.

"Your blood is like the color of this rose. How strange is it to see red blood. So strange," he murmured. I laughed.

"What?" he asked. I shook my head.

"It's funny that you say that. For me your blue blood is very strange," I said and Brok laughed. For the first-time we agreed on something.

"Ha, ha, yes! It must be strange for you and yet it is common in my world. Honestly, Anabella we are creatures of different lands," he said. I smiled.

"Yes," I said. Brok looked at the bit of blood coming out of the tip of my finger.

"It's really not that bad. It's just a silly cut," I said.

"Regardless, I do not want to see you hurt," he said. Then he took out a napkin from his pocket and pressed it on my finger. He looked into my eyes as he pressed the napkin gently. I stared into his golden eyes and felt my heart beat accelerate.

"Are you afraid of me?" Brok asked me suddenly.

"No," I replied quickly.

"I like your eyes. They are beautiful and rare," Brok said.

"Yours are rare too," I replied. I wanted to say that they were beautiful, but honestly I didn't find them beautiful.

"So you find my eyes to be hideous?" Brok asked. He pressed my finger a bit harder until I felt discomfort and I snatched my hand out of his with haste.

"I didn't say that," I replied.

"But you did not say that you find them beautiful. So, it is obvious that you find my eyes to be ugly," Brok said. I was silent.

"Well? Why are they not beautiful for you? Is there something wrong with them and the way they stare?" Brok insisted.

"No. Why do you care what I think about your eyes anyway?" I asked.

"I don't have to explain myself to you. You are my guest, not my judge," he replied.

"Could you please stop arguing with me? Frankly, I'm getting tired of it."

"I am not arguing with you Anabella. I am asking you a question. You can discern an honest question from a true argument, can you?"

"You confuse me," I admitted.

"You confuse yourself. I am asking you why you find my eyes hideous. What is confusing about that question?" He asked. I realized that he was right. He was just being purely curious, but quite frankly I found it disturbing.

"Can we talk about something else?"

"Yes," Brok answered almost immediately. I felt relieved, but I didn't know what to talk about.

"How is your finger?" Brok asked me.

"Oh, it's good, thank you," I replied.

"You are welcome. I am glad to help," Brok said and then he pressed the rose on his nose again and sniffed.

"Hum... I must say that I am beginning to enjoy this rose and not just because of its thorns," Brok commented. I smiled.

"Well, I'm glad because there's much more to a rose than its thorns," I said. Brok smiled.

"Indeed," he said sniffing at it again. I sat down on the yellow grass and Brok observed me with a frown and confused. I touched the grass. I felt weird about it because of its yellow color. It didn't look like the real thing, but it felt like it and I felt the orange rays of the sun over me. I sincerely felt the heat to be a wonderful thing on me. I closed my eyes and felt it sink into my pores.

"What are you doing?" Brok asked. I opened my eyes and looked into his confused face. I smiled.

"I'm enjoying this moment," I said. Brok sat down next to me. He touched the grass and dirt. Then he looked up and closed his eyes. He seemed so child-like that I had to laugh.

"Can I not enjoy this moment too?" Brok asked me.

"By all means Brok, please enjoy it," I said with a smile. Brok smiled back at me.

"You have a beautiful smile," he said. My smile suddenly disappeared from my face.

"Okay," I replied.

"You're welcome."