Sunday's wings do flap as he stifles a laugh, watching Ryu scold the mirror creature as he forces that shallow reflection back from whence it came, smashing it with his sword. Smart thinking. Sunday's not quite sure he's strong enough to do that, but perhaps if he were quick enough...
"I can't thank you enough. This deck is... bothersome." The halovian brushes himself off, looking over the other man, making sure he was okay. "I'm alright, don't worry about me. Are you?"
With the annoyance out of the way, Sunday figures he should provide some real answers.
"Now that both of us can think. I... know that you are an Endless, because... You feel. Similarly, to one I... I am close to him. His name is Fou-Lu, and... he has been searching for his other half."
And now they were both trapped here. Two lines would have to intersect at some point, and then... Whatever happened, Sunday would accept it. He folds his hands together, breathing deeply, trying once again to reach out, but all it does is project his anxious feelings around the room.
"I don't quite know where he is. It's difficult to sense him. The mirrors have.. They reflect my senses. But... I am close to him. Perhaps if we stick together, we'll have a better chance of finding each other. If there are more mirror creatures... I worry about him. And I'm sure he's desperate to find you."
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Sunday's wings do flap as he stifles a laugh, watching Ryu scold the mirror creature as he forces that shallow reflection back from whence it came, smashing it with his sword. Smart thinking. Sunday's not quite sure he's strong enough to do that, but perhaps if he were quick enough...
"I can't thank you enough. This deck is... bothersome." The halovian brushes himself off, looking over the other man, making sure he was okay. "I'm alright, don't worry about me. Are you?"
With the annoyance out of the way, Sunday figures he should provide some real answers.
"Now that both of us can think. I... know that you are an Endless, because... You feel. Similarly, to one I... I am close to him. His name is Fou-Lu, and... he has been searching for his other half."
And now they were both trapped here. Two lines would have to intersect at some point, and then... Whatever happened, Sunday would accept it. He folds his hands together, breathing deeply, trying once again to reach out, but all it does is project his anxious feelings around the room.
"I don't quite know where he is. It's difficult to sense him. The mirrors have.. They reflect my senses. But... I am close to him. Perhaps if we stick together, we'll have a better chance of finding each other. If there are more mirror creatures... I worry about him. And I'm sure he's desperate to find you."