Losing A Forbidden - Flower Nagito Masaki Koh Updated

He didn't take it because he believed he could save it. He took it because not taking it would have been a kind of consent to an erasure. To possess it, briefly, was to deny the city its comfortable mythology that only what fits in ledgers is worthy of living.

Nagito could have left it there and let bureaucracy eat it alive, an organic fact smoothed into institutional purpose. Instead he did the only thing he had left: he stole it. losing a forbidden flower nagito masaki koh updated

Study was not safe. In his history, study meant dissection. He imagined microscopes and sharp instruments, petals spread on glass slides and analyzed until the thing that made them a question was gone. He thought of the men with gloves and bright eyes. He thought of himself, small and unremarkable, who believed for an instant that a blossom could be a secret kept. He didn't take it because he believed he could save it