He can tell Federico is close, but he's not sure where, which direction he's coming from, how far the other man might be. The shallow reflection pulls him closer, dragging him towards a blackened mirror.

"No! Unhand me now!"

Not far off, he hears a voice, and relief floods through him. Reassured that Federico was close, Sunday continued to struggle, pulling back, ramming his fist against the hand gripping his arm. His wings flap about, trying to help himself fall back, away from the horrible reflection of himself.

Just as its grip tightens, Federico's gun breaks through a mirror, his friend taking in the scene. Sunday looks towards him, his footing slipping in the streams of fluid. He needed to hold still. The halovian draws his wings in close, shutting his eyes, and tries to level his breathing, taking up as little space as he can while still resisting. Hoping to keep Federico's sight clear on the monster, and not further endanger himself.

Not missing an opportunity, the creature yanks harder, and he slips. The aberration is quick to grab both of Sunday's arms, dragging him closer towards that empty frame. The halovian kicks his feet, but there's little he can do. It doesn't respond to his attacks, and he wouldn't dare try to hurt it telepathically with Federico right there.

"FEDERICO!"