[Lumiére shifts, uncomfortable, because this is not the easiest thing to talk about. It's a reminder of just how close to losing himself forever he is. ]

There is a rose. It was given to the Master the day we were cursed. The Enchantress said it would bloom until his twenty first birthday, which was the time he had to find love, and be loved. When the last petal fell from the rose, it would mean the curse would be permanent. There are only a few petals left.