Beg your pardon—it's said that none may 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.