As we were wrapped up in our own, self-deprecating thoughts, ignoring the World Tree's warmth as something foreign―something we didn't deserve―she spoke to us in a considerate, yet stern manner.
[Poor girls... Come, open your eyes. This weight on your shoulders is not for you to bear, nor should your hearts be wrenched open by such turbulency of fate.]
[Pitiful twins... Come, open your eyes and see. A responsibility of the world is not for children like you to claim, and it is not for the world's wretchedness that you endure, but your own fear.]
[Forego wasting away your time wallowing in remorse for an irreversible decision.]
[Forego those glum, teary nights of rueing that day away, endlessly wishing to change something that was never within reach of your control to begin with.]
[Now, young twins, come and open your eyes. Let that toxic longing be washed away. Allow the minds, hearts and souls he fostered to flourish as was originally intended.]