[Hearing the other boy's name has Sunday looking away. He shouldn't be allowing himself to hear things like names.
He glances at the other again and nods quietly.]
My name is Sunday.
[Now he wonders if he'll be able to eat at all tonight. How could he kill a brother who's looking for his dear sister? The story is exactly what makes Sunday second guess himself. So. how did such a simple person make him feel this weak so quickly?]
I have to admit, you're quite fascinating, Aether.
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He glances at the other again and nods quietly.]
My name is Sunday.
[Now he wonders if he'll be able to eat at all tonight. How could he kill a brother who's looking for his dear sister? The story is exactly what makes Sunday second guess himself. So. how did such a simple person make him feel this weak so quickly?]
I have to admit, you're quite fascinating, Aether.