"Not you, Yilinrui! The one who should be sobbing is me!" Lynch's hands swung forcefully, the red mage robe shaking violently, as if a blaze was burning upon him. "I'm terrified of losing any of you, I'm afraid of seeing your corpses on the battlefield. If any of your blood flows by my hands, such a scenario would utterly destroy me!"
Yilinrui covered her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall. She thought Lynch was the most solid sanctuary, where she could escape those vexing matters. But for the first time, she understood how much pressure a sanctuary needed to withstand.
"On the other hand, I can't avoid this war—not like you—I have nowhere to escape." Lynch looked at Yilinrui, as if seeing through her thoughts. The mage said, "Who can shelter me, and what place can distance me from anxiety? None, not at all. Yilinrui, you think you're pitiful; but I don't pity you at all!"
