( How will she survived this containment, he wonders briefly. Even now, he didn't expect that answer from her despite her clock of life ticking away faster than ever. What will she think in those last moments, when he gazes towards the light and finds nothing reaching out to help her back up?

Sunday looks away again, staring off dreamingly. He couldn't even bring his keepsake in here. Or her new album. )

Yes, we are.

( They're not so close anymore. Not since she left, but for the ease of the conversation, a white lie won't hurt anybody. )

She would be very happy to hear that. She worked hard to get where she is, singing across the cosmos and touching countless hearts. If her music can help you as well, then as her brother, I also feel glad.