Greenling
His eyebrows were knotted together with pain.
I stepped forward reflexively, meaning to offer assistance – but he merely waved me away, grunting.
“... Can you imagine how it feels to adore and to cherish generations of young piglets… to give each and every one of them names, knowing that all of them will one day be sent to the market for slaughter? I hoped that you would become a maiden like myself, Veille, I truly did. I hoped that you would fail; deeply, utterly. I hoped that you would grow up to be the ugliest creature alive, all so that you would be spared the fate of going off to the market… so that one day the two of us could meet again, and then, perhaps I could apologize.”