"... He's definitely happier. I can tell." His head tilts slightly. "Someone took something from him? I - oh, maybe I shouldn't ask you, I guess that might be personal..."

The young man looks down and takes a deep breath. "No, it's not. I'm... I know I'm weaker than him. I've been trying to get stronger, but I don't want him to disappear either." Is there a way that they can both exist? He's not sure - maybe he can ask someone like the Abbess. Deis sure doesn't seem to think that they can exist separately...

He reaches out and puts a hand on Sunday's shoulder. "I'm glad you're friends with him." He smiles at the older man. "You seem kind. Even if you've been hurt too... it's scary. But we all have to keep moving, right?"