[He watches as the blade cuts the flower’s stem, and as the blossom flutters to the ground. Connor steps forward as well, blades of grass crunching underfoot.]

Anti-climatic describes a favorable outcome, in my opinion. Better than something that we can’t account for.

[He bends down to pick up the severed blossom, carefully. It glows white.]

I don’t notice a change. But it’s hard to confirm when my scans have been disabled.