( So he’s right, then! He glances up at him with both hands being taken, feeling limp on his grasp as if there was a part of him that wished he was proved wrong. Not everyone is dead, but Sunday knows it now. He can’t tell if he should have an ego boner rising from his intelligence and investigation so far or if he should prepare his funeral.

How is he supposed to protect his sister from here?

Mental fatigue is bound to catch up to him at some point, especially feeling so directionless. He glances down at their hands. )

Thank you for confirming. I doubt I would have survived that fall.

( Yes he’s a little bit of a pessimist. )

What is the fastest way to accumulate points — or is it chips — in the game, then?