[Aether gasps quietly as he feels the strange powers trying to affect him. He fights it, but to no avail. Sunday is so close to him, too. A threat that ghosts his lips.]

They... wouldn't know where I went. I always come and go.

[The truth is pried out of him so easily that he makes a pained face. He's paying for his own mistakes, he guesses. But he doesn't want to believe that this is the end for him.

He faces Sunday, gaze sharp.]

...Now you know the truth. Are you happy that you found such a perfect target to kill?