'Sunday.' - the sound of his name spilling out of your lips, with your voice being full of hurt and confusion, reached his ears, with the six small wings behind his ears suddenly drooping. This can't be happening - he loops these words in his head, trying to calm down.

He dreaded such a day. He dreaded the inevitability of you finding him. Confronting him after the events that took place in Penacony.

...

Being his assistant before, you followed him everywhere, not daring to leave him alone even for a second. You were his loyal right-hand person, always helping him and accompanying him on meetings. Sometimes, you did the paperwork and escorted less important people all by yourself. Sunday did not dare to complain, however - in fact, he admired your competence and skills.

However, it all changed during the events of 2081 A.E, which also took place in Penacony, during the Charmony Festival. Being cornered and later defeated by the Astral Express crew, you and Sunday were seperated.

You woke up on the Express, and immediatly began looking and asking questions about him. When you searched the area you two were fighting in, you couldn't find him. You were unaware of neither, his 'imprisonment', and the deal he had to make with Jade.

Later, you saw him. Standing in the middle of a street in Penacony.

His back is facing you, seemingly unaware of your presence.

...

'Sunday..?' - you utter his name out, trying to get him to turn around and face you. Explain everything.

And still, he doesn't budge, as if he was rooted to the ground.

As soon as you take a step forward, he suddenly speaks up and turns around.

"..Don't." - he orders simply, his eyes looking anywhere but your face. He could not bring himself to look you in the eyes - not now, not ever again. The small wings behind his ears are still drooping, displaying the pain bubbling inside him.