Silver's garden keeps being destroyed, right before his eyes.
Silver just wants to appreciate the natural beauty of a world that he never got to experience growing up. Silver just wants to create something beautiful and prosperous to leave behind in that world for his friends.
It falls to ruin again and again.
And not passively. Each time, Silver's garden is sacrificed for a greater good.
Burned to ashes to create fertilizer so the next generation of plants can thrive on a poisoned warground.
Burned in order to quarantine them from healthy plants. Which also created a big enough commotion that it actually did get in the way of Rough managing to poison any plants besides Silver's.
Crashed into in order to divert a falling airship away from more populated areas.
It's a metaphor for Silver's future, which similarly falls apart before his eyes again and again.
Sometimes from ripples beyond his control.
Sometimes from self-sacrifice.
Silver persists, no matter what the world takes from him. Like a stubborn weed blooming through concrete.
