"you have though I should I know read all of them.."
She mutters out the last part as her mind drifts off thinking about what he just said. the dream... is over? He.. fell?.. but he was an even stronger flier than her?? This didn't make sense...could this .... Really be a different Sunday..... her face drops slightly into an almost shell shocked state the different appearance... The way he stands ... Aeons even the cadence of his voice is .... Different, it's wrong so so wrong... But it's still him ..." She reaches out to brush her mechanical hand against his face moving slowly hoping he wouldn't flinch away
".....Brother? It is you correct? You are still Sunday... But... Are you my Sunday?..."
For the first time since arriving here she seems almost... Scared. She is terrified of being rejected by her brother again how could he fall? He has always been stronger than me? If I got so close.... How could he still not finish it.. still not being our dream... in her brief panic her path resonance flares and the eyes on her wind briefly open as the order surges into her... And is met by lingering traces on Sunday...
Sunday was touched by the order... Sunday was touched by the order... Sunday... Was touched by the order!!
Hope and terror begin to mix through her soul as she realizes what that might have entailed... But.. if he has been touched by the order... If he too had received THEIR blessings....then maybe... Just maybe.. we can do this... Together?
"Brother.. we.. we can rebuild the dream.. the order isn't dead! THEY are still alive within the harmony even now... We can still guide the people...but this time we will have each other!"
Her voice seems to be growing imperceptibly more frantic she wants him back she NEEDS him back... And she was so close she could feel it.
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She mutters out the last part as her mind drifts off thinking about what he just said. the dream... is over? He.. fell?.. but he was an even stronger flier than her?? This didn't make sense...could this .... Really be a different Sunday..... her face drops slightly into an almost shell shocked state the different appearance... The way he stands ... Aeons even the cadence of his voice is .... Different, it's wrong so so wrong... But it's still him ..." She reaches out to brush her mechanical hand against his face moving slowly hoping he wouldn't flinch away
".....Brother? It is you correct? You are still Sunday... But... Are you my Sunday?..."
For the first time since arriving here she seems almost... Scared. She is terrified of being rejected by her brother again how could he fall? He has always been stronger than me? If I got so close.... How could he still not finish it.. still not being our dream... in her brief panic her path resonance flares and the eyes on her wind briefly open as the order surges into her... And is met by lingering traces on Sunday...
Sunday was touched by the order...
Sunday was touched by the order...
Sunday... Was touched by the order!!
Hope and terror begin to mix through her soul as she realizes what that might have entailed... But.. if he has been touched by the order... If he too had received THEIR blessings....then maybe... Just maybe.. we can do this... Together?
"Brother.. we.. we can rebuild the dream.. the order isn't dead! THEY are still alive within the harmony even now... We can still guide the people...but this time we will have each other!"
Her voice seems to be growing imperceptibly more frantic she wants him back she NEEDS him back... And she was so close she could feel it.