However-!
Mistress, please let it go already. The snow would have quickly melted away anyways when spring comes.
Off to reclaim the spring....
That aside, you're all dressed up. Where are you going, Sakuya?
Wasn't it very cruel of that human, don't you think?? No?? Hey, Sakuya?? Why do I hear no reply, Sakuya???
Of course, you too should be aware, Sakuya, that even this moment the reality is diverging further and further away from that certain human's statement. Do you not? What think you of the statement improvised to pass off the situation, Sakuya? A very irresponsible deed, was it not? Hmm, Sakuya? And without consideration of the scar the person would later come to suffer. No? Sakuya?
About nine hundred eighty seven hours passed after the snowman was destroyed, Sakuya. In minutes that would be about fifty-nine thousand two hundred twenty minutes. In other words, about fifty-nine thousand two hundred twenty minutes are gone by after a certain miss human announced that "snow is soon to melt away". Are you listening, Sakuya?
...Spring isn't coming, milady.
Sakuya....
But...!
So we should preserve our memory of the snow that's soon to disappear by enjoying the snow thoroughly. Was it not fun?
Milady, do please forget about it now. Snowmen melt away when spring comes anyway.
This story took place before Perfect Cherry Blossom.
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