"It's so easy to say that, isn't it? When you never know the answer." Pylia says quietly. She gripped the grave dirt tightly. "I... I'm just not sure. About any of this. That's why I... I had tried doing it myself, but always couldn't do it. What if she does hate me? What if... All of the people I left behind as a child... Never forgive me for abandoning them?" Pylia let out a sad laugh. She leaned against the grave to hide her face. "But listen to me. How selfish I must sound like, more worried about how they feel about [i]me[/i], rather than how they actually feel." Pylia's sad chuckle faded as she stood up. She looked to you wipe hiding her eyes. "Sorry. We should go. I... I wasn't really sure what I'd do here. But it's good to... To let you all know." Buddy and Shortfang looked at Pylia, quiet and solemn. Buddy simply held his hands together behind his back while Shortfang seemed to think deeply.

"Pylia... Not give up on old dream, right?" Pylia looked to Shortfang, who climbed down Buddy to stand next to Pylia. "Before friend die, you wanna help people, yeah? And you still help people! You help Boss way back when yeah? And help Shortfang at camp, and at sewer. Just like what you and Seraph want! So not selfish. Okay to be sad. But you still do right thing. Yeah?" Shortfang looks to Sylvia for her back up.