[ The warmth of their kiss is the last thing he remembers too.
When Six hears Sunday's voice, he knows that what happened isn't just some fever dream he can forget about— not even if he tries. He glances down at himself, seeing no signs of injuries from the crows. Even his mask is complete, not at all broken like the rest of himself.
He nods slowly, his voice quiet when he responds. ]
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When Six hears Sunday's voice, he knows that what happened isn't just some fever dream he can forget about— not even if he tries. He glances down at himself, seeing no signs of injuries from the crows. Even his mask is complete, not at all broken like the rest of himself.
He nods slowly, his voice quiet when he responds. ]
... I'm alright. You?
[ Sunday looks okay for the most part. ]