Ezekiel doesn't trust himself to speak when the entire surface of the planet is covered and the numbers on his phone stop moving. It's... too much, all of this is too much, too horrible, and he doesn't find the words. He looks down, briefly rubbing his eyes with his sleeve and stays silent for a very long time.

"The... flowers. It has to be those flowers Flynn was telling us about."

His voice is quiet and rough around the edges, serious and steely, devoid of any of his usual deflecting glibness.

"... If you get us to Quill, I'll get us inside."

There's no follow-up this time. No because I'm awesome, no I'm Ezekiel Jones, no ego. Just the quiet, seething promise that no lock, no security system, nothing is going to keep him from getting them to these flowers and destroying them once and for all. There's nothing they can do for this planet but maybe – maybe they can prevent it from happening ever again.