Accompanied by the rustling wave of the sea, the twin sisters were afloat above the surface of the waving water. Whilst they are intrigued by the phenomenon that they have never seen before, they felt the threatening conclusion on what made such a thing exist.
They didn't even change to their battle outfit, they wore the new dress that they requested today instead.
"Say, Lues," Pitka glanced her gaze to her sister with a poker yet moody face. "Do candles look forward to being used?"
Lues had the same mixed-feeling flair as her grimace looked more frowned than before.
"The candles have no right to bear any desire or opinion. The world locked them into a singular purpose of dying for the sake of others.
"But as long as they could see the satisfied face of a lonely child that is eating her bread within the dusty damp cabin, I suppose they would look forward to living another reincarnation and hope that they aren't forced to do any evil."
