[Sunday sighs. His condition was worsening. He could no longer walk on his own, being forced to live in a wheelchair. Being pushed around in a wheelchair was a pain for Sunday.]

“I hate this.” Sunday sighs

“I know you do.” Boothill sighs, leaning against Sunday’s wheelchair. His metallic hands gently massage Sunday’s shoulders.

“I believe you should try to see all beauty in this world my dear.” Argenti says with a smile trying to brighten Sunday’s mood “Try to see the beauty of this all.”