bidding his farewells to his sister, robin, because of his past pessimistic view on humanity was not easy on poor sunday. becoming a fugitive in penacony and having to leave his home planet — he couldn’t have done it without the help of the astral express. he hesitantly asked for a safe place within their community.

next stop, amphoreus. sunday isn’t attending the meeting to discuss the next stop — he’s in his room, recovering from the parting with his sister in solemn silence. the vote unanimously turned toward amphoreus.

obviously, as a worried friend, caelus wants to check up on sunday. even if he had tried to fight the astral express crew — or the few that were on penacony — caelus now sees sunday’s regret and embraced friendship with the halovian.

caelus knocks three times carefully on the door of sunday’s room, half wanting to check on him, half needing to warm him of the upcoming warp jump.

“who is it?” sunday calls, his voice as soft and low as ever. perhaps caelus should attempt to cheer the man up with his usual lighthearted joking.