He was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him she was the only one of her kind in the whole universe. "I thought I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all i had was a common rose."
"Come play with me," proposed the little Prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."
The Prince does not understand why his rose lied. He continues traveling.
"What does it mean to tame? To establish ties."
"To me, youare still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will beunique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."
The Prince meets the fox.
"There is a flower, i think she has tamed me..."
The fox explains something important to the prince.