Savage sighed when Ruin was chewing higher and higher on the fence post, forcing him to give the rathtar a firm tug. Random property damage was more in line with his brother Maul than himself. The rathtar's tentacles released and it rolled with a squicky hiss over to Savage's leg to attach and start chewing there. It was so common that he didn't even move.

"It's something one can never escape. The past defines us." He was who he was because of his past, because of the decisions and experiences he had made - or were made for him. He had his regrets, but he still had to stand by the fact that his past had put him on the path that he inevitably had some enjoyment of, short time that it was before his death. "It seems... silly a spell will provide motivation for the future over the past."

He raised a brow at the idea of a flower dictating how the path that a person was on. That seemed skeptical. "Who would actually let the health of a flower dictate their actions?" He hadn't, of course, factored in the idea of blood corruption.