[They can mean all number of things to him, first and foremost Luna, Luna, Luna. A flower beloved by the Oracle, traditionally- that much is a given. But to him they've always been her flower, long before she inherited the title. The first gift she'd given him, the first page of their notebook. It, and the Cosmogony, alongside their roles in the cruel destiny that fate and the gods had thrown at them- all of it inextricably intertwined their lives together, despite all the years they'd been separated by distance and war.]

I don't know the other two... they've been gone for too long in my time.

[He reaches out, idly brushing his fingers over the nearest blue flower without picking it.]

I was told that a blue sylleblossom means, "a heart that doesn't give up."

[He's tried to remember that, when he thinks of home and all that might await him, the fate he's trying to avert, the death he needs to prevent. Not in defiance of the gods or his duty to the world, but for it- for her. The world needs its Oracle. He needs Luna.

She's the one person in the world he can't give up on.]