Milady, do please forget about it now. Snowmen melt away when spring comes anyway.

So we should preserve our memory of the snow that's soon to disappear by enjoying the snow thoroughly. Didn't we have fun?

But...!

Sakuya....

...Spring isn't coming, milady.

About nine hundred eighty seven hours have passed after the snowman was destroyed, Sakuya. In minutes that would be about fifty-nine thousand two hundred twenty minutes. In other words, about nine hundred eighty seven hours, fifty-nine thousand two hundred twenty minutes, have gone by after a certain miss human announced that "snow is soon to melt away". Are you listening, 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???

Wasn't it very cruel of that human, don't you think?? No?? Hey, Sakuya?? Why aren't you replying, Sakuya???

That aside, where are you going all dressed up, Sakuya?

I'm off... to find spring...