Sunday stood before a tarnished mirror, its surface rippling with his reflection. His dignified countenance remained, but a flicker of something unfamiliar crossed his eyes.

How the mighty have fallen.

The dark clothing clung to his body, a stark contrast to his previously light colored robes. The reflection sneered back at him, a cruel reminder of his flawed nature.

"..I'm ready." He murmured, his normally firm voice now barely above a whisper.