"Once you leave, I'll try again. Take the pig with you."
At that moment, Lynsandra had a realization.
Ah… that's why he makes me sad, she thought. That's why.
Now she understood why Severin always gave off a feeling that weighed on her heart. She didn't know when or how she had started feeling it, but that impression had always lingered around him.
She looked away from him and set her eyes on the coffin before smacking her lips.
"No, I don't want to," she said with a smile as she faced him. "That pig isn't my pet, so she's not my responsibility!"
He frowned slightly. "I thought you wanted to take it with you."
"I did… but I changed my mind." She shrugged lightly. "I don't want you to die, Severin."
His brows knitted as he watched the small curl on her lips.
"I still want to see you even after I leave this place," she said. "So don't die yet."
"..." His lips pressed into a thin line before he turned his back on her. "The feeling isn't mutual."
