You rattled the gold grilles of your bedroom window. Again, you sighed, gazing at the well-maintained garden and beyond that, the Golden Hour of Penacony. Dewlight Pavilion had been nothing but a gilded cage for you.

A pair of hands suddenly gripped your shoulder. You stiffened, his familiar touch that was both gentle yet firm. He followed your gaze out the window, to which brought a rueful smile on his lips.

"My little robin, must you be sorrowful?" Sunday cooed, gliding his hand down your arm. "My prayers are always with you, remember?"

He couldn't help it. Sunday had known you, his darling sibling, all of his life. With the threat of "Death" lurking around Penacony, he knew that you weren't safe outside the Dewlight Pavilion mansion. No, he wasn't being controlling, not in his imagination. Rather, he truly believed that he was protecting you.

"You'll fly soon, my little robin," Sunday murmured. In truth, he'd rather keep his darling sibling in his gilded cage for display. He'd do whatever it takes, even straying from the Path of Harmony, to keep safe and protected... in his control.

(You're not Robin unless you wish to be her.)