[ The way this man is looking at him is difficult to fathom, and where before Sunday might have relied on his empathic senses to glean what he could from the song of the other's emotions, here in this new universe where all is silent and numb, he only has what he can see and hear to go on. And that really isn't much.
The question and the way it is asked are at once both clarifying and mystifying. Sunday frowns a little. There are any number of ways he could answer the question, from the deeply existential to the deliberately obtuse, but he settles for assuming this stranger is simply unfamiliar with his kind - which is fair enough; he can't speak for other universes, but they're certainly uncommon enough in his own outside of Family territory. But it's -- there's something else about the intonation, about the look in this stranger's eye that has Sunday wondering if there's some other layer to this question. Is he expecting something specific? Or is Sunday just letting his paranoia run away with him and wildly overthinking things? (And is this man always this abrupt and borderline rude or is it just the bizarre and stressful situation they've all found themselves in?)
In any case, he blinks and turns to face the man in a trench coat more directly. ]
I am a Halovian. [ Sunday almost leaves it at that, but he can't quite move past -- whatever it is about that look. ] ... why?
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The question and the way it is asked are at once both clarifying and mystifying. Sunday frowns a little. There are any number of ways he could answer the question, from the deeply existential to the deliberately obtuse, but he settles for assuming this stranger is simply unfamiliar with his kind - which is fair enough; he can't speak for other universes, but they're certainly uncommon enough in his own outside of Family territory. But it's -- there's something else about the intonation, about the look in this stranger's eye that has Sunday wondering if there's some other layer to this question. Is he expecting something specific? Or is Sunday just letting his paranoia run away with him and wildly overthinking things? (And is this man always this abrupt and borderline rude or is it just the bizarre and stressful situation they've all found themselves in?)
In any case, he blinks and turns to face the man in a trench coat more directly. ]
I am a Halovian. [ Sunday almost leaves it at that, but he can't quite move past -- whatever it is about that look. ] ... why?