"Horrible, yes," Salix sighs. The transformation was always disturbing and painful--the pain of being torn apart and cobbled together again. The science of it was beyond me, and I know not how it was possible, yet even thinking about having your molecules rearranged sounds painful, does it not? Every time I wished to return to my true form...such agony."
When Optic speaks, Salix bows his head slightly. "I do not mind. In truth, I was, technically, a human for quite some time--more time than some of you have spent being human, I think--but that is not what I am now and it was not what I began my life as. I am from a place called Calliandra. It was a beautiful and verdant world...and perhaps it still is, but my people... they are all..." Salix falls silent, and the rose-like flower he holds in his hand begins to wilt, then decay. When he speaks again, it is on a different subject. "That is why I say I am not in the same condition as you. I am not of this planet. My 'real identity' on Earth was itself just a cover."
"And as for the team name... The Adjective Plural-Noun seems to a popular format. The Invincible Defenders? The Incredible Saviors? The Floral Champions--the latter group using myself as the cuddly mascot?" He says this with a straight face, but that may just be because his face is made of wood and isn't flexible enough to be anything but straight.
