Sunday's breath was heavy in your ear as he laughed. He had a tight grip around your waist, fingers digging in. His eyes were less relaxed, more ecstatic. "You.." His voice came out low and shaky.

"You're a gift from The Order, aren't you? Haha... yes, my reward.. my angel. You've finally came for me. Oh, I've waited so long for you. You're mine, aren't you? Yes, yes you are.. You're perfect, how could you not be for me?" Sunday's extreme stress has made him delusional.