(Angry) DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!

(Scared) I'm fine, boy. I'm fine. I...I've served the King loyally since I was your age. He knows that. He...He must know that.

Fawn all you'd like, Thorn. These damned things ran our ancestors out of the Boreal Waste, and the Notunlands. They're the reason Pipetown is the last pure human stronghold in the damn world. No matter what those Weirdbloods in Northport would have you think.(Cutting the leaves)You haven't seen them boy. The people twisted up into wretched beasts. Their skin turned to bark. Branches coming out of their eyes. Their tongues sprouting flowers. The world is wild, and we mustn't forget it. Men like the Bandaged Man, they keep the streets safe... (Ash stabbing the Sprytle using his gardening scissors, making the Sprytle died as Thorn looks himself in horror.) It'll be your job one day to keep these grounds. To maintain this garden. You'll be the one holding back this chaos.