Beg your pardon—I was told not to let anyone pass through this rose garden. Would you be so kind as to leave? I'd prefer not to use force.
Evolve: Return another follower to the player's hand.
My warnings go unheeded then. A shame. Would that I could show you mercy. Do not struggle against the thorns now. Foolish and ugly you may be, but at least you'll serve to fertilize the garden.