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Zellanna 
There is was. She had a tendency to get this way. "Now, don't be like that, my dear. Slade, Natasha, Damian, and the unborn. I have a rose bush that I created which produces only black roses, except for those that I am grieving for. Each has their own rose on that bush."
"I'm not being any 'way' Drago..." She said softer as her face fell. "I... didn't mean to... sound... I don't know. They sound pretty, your roses I mean." She felt as if she was intruding now. "I will give you your privacy in the morning and take care of your garden at dusk."