"There is no pain, or sorrow, in the Dream. There is no loss. Why would anyone choose a life so full of fear, so unpredictable, so fleeting, when another choice exists just beyond that, shepherded by one who is willing to sacrifice everything for their sake?"
Sunday's voice shakes, as does his body. He doesn't understand. The dream was perfect. It had to be. It would be. And all would be welcomed, all would be safe, and protected under his benevolent gaze. It was what he had worked for, all these years, wasn't it? What he'd been prepared for, a role he'd been chosen for.
Was he not enough? Was there more work still to be done? When would he be enough?
"What is the point of living like this, if one day you can simply lose everything? What is the point of suffering, if there is only more suffering to be had, Fool?"
He doesn't know. He's floundering, searching for meaning where there wasn't any. He'd spent his life in the Dream, it was all he knew. Why would he ever desire anything else? What need did he have for reality, when all he needed existed in his slumber? Sparkle's words tear through him like thorns. The idea of Robin hating him, for this, for wishing to achieve their paradise, for following the words of their father...
Sunday draws his wings tightly around him. He'd done this, all of this for her. That was the point, that was his goal. If she hated him, at the end of it all... His fingers card through his feathers nervously, trying to ground himself.
"If I had to choose, between a life where she could be lost at any moment due to the cruelty of fate itself, or one where she hates me, for all I've done, but she is safe, above all else...." He pauses, the words on his tongue searing him worse than any hot iron he'd called upon anyone. "I'd rather she live, yes. No matter what it means."
Irregardless of any higher power. He didn't care what may hear his cries. He just needed his desires to be heard.
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Sunday's voice shakes, as does his body. He doesn't understand. The dream was perfect. It had to be. It would be. And all would be welcomed, all would be safe, and protected under his benevolent gaze. It was what he had worked for, all these years, wasn't it? What he'd been prepared for, a role he'd been chosen for.
Was he not enough? Was there more work still to be done? When would he be enough?
"What is the point of living like this, if one day you can simply lose everything? What is the point of suffering, if there is only more suffering to be had, Fool?"
He doesn't know. He's floundering, searching for meaning where there wasn't any. He'd spent his life in the Dream, it was all he knew. Why would he ever desire anything else? What need did he have for reality, when all he needed existed in his slumber? Sparkle's words tear through him like thorns. The idea of Robin hating him, for this, for wishing to achieve their paradise, for following the words of their father...
Sunday draws his wings tightly around him. He'd done this, all of this for her. That was the point, that was his goal. If she hated him, at the end of it all... His fingers card through his feathers nervously, trying to ground himself.
"If I had to choose, between a life where she could be lost at any moment due to the cruelty of fate itself, or one where she hates me, for all I've done, but she is safe, above all else...." He pauses, the words on his tongue searing him worse than any hot iron he'd called upon anyone. "I'd rather she live, yes. No matter what it means."
Irregardless of any higher power. He didn't care what may hear his cries. He just needed his desires to be heard.