[ This is already much further than he would have usually allowed others to touch him, but there's something about this moment that compels him to seek solace from another. A soft exhale escapes him once Sunday asks him a simple question, followed by a nod. ]
I am. [ The memory of those who called him a monster has all but faded, but their echoes still linger if there's nothing else to distract him. So he chooses to focus on Sunday instead. ] Are you?
[ A beat passes before he continues. ]
I could sense your fear earlier— it felt tangible when I fought the crows.
[ Maybe it's because they're in a dream, but it felt suffocating out there. Like it wasn't just him who wanted the earth to swallow him whole. ]
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I am. [ The memory of those who called him a monster has all but faded, but their echoes still linger if there's nothing else to distract him. So he chooses to focus on Sunday instead. ] Are you?
[ A beat passes before he continues. ]
I could sense your fear earlier— it felt tangible when I fought the crows.
[ Maybe it's because they're in a dream, but it felt suffocating out there. Like it wasn't just him who wanted the earth to swallow him whole. ]