Sunday had spent the last few hours searching for someone, anyone. Calling out for those he knew, and finding only his reflection in response was driving him more than a little crazy. Was there truly no one else, or was this deck so vast and confusing that no one could find each other? He worries, fears for the others. He misses the comfort of Fou-Lu's presence. It was hard to make out anyone in a sea of mirrors that only ever displayed himself at various angles. The halovian felt all too exposed, watched, intently perceived under his own gaze.

Sunday freezes at a familiar shape on the floor, a blackened mirror behind her. Blood pooled everywhere, along with that reflective water. It stained her clothes, her skin. He doesn't focus on how strange her limbs are. He doesn't wonder if this could be yet another trick from that fool.

"Robin...?"

His sister was here and she was hurt and he needed to help her and and and-- The thought of losing her pains him. Sunday tears towards Robin, falling to his knees next to her still frame, reaching for her face, hoping to see her chest rise and fall, to feel her breath on his hand. He notices her breathing, and relaxes, but only barely.

"Robin... Robin, please wake up..."

His heart catches in his throat. He needs her awake and responding, at the very least. He reaches for her shoulder to gently shake her, to rouse her and see her awake and hear her voice again---

If she were dying. If this was all he could have of her--- It was unthinkable. Frightening. His hands tremble.