After Cassie ran out of essence and their conversation was interrupted, Sunny remained motionless, staring into the distance with a lost expression on his face. After a while, he looked down at his cup. "...My tea has turned cold."
His voice was even.
With a sigh, he brought the cup to his lips and took a leisurely sip, enjoying the darkly beautiful view of Godgrave and the vibrant, idyllic tranquility of the Ivory Island with a smile. Cassie's news was unexpected enough, but the momentary feeling of being lost Sunny had experienced was not because of it. Rather, it was because of what the news signified. The resolution of this dreadful, appalling war had been drawing near for a while... But now, it was here. The end had arrived. So, this was probably the last moment of peace he would get to experience until everything was over… quite possibly the last moment of peace he would get to experience for the rest of his life, since his life could very well end in a matter of days.
Still, if he thought about…
Sunny felt satisfied. It was far too soon, true. And they did not quite manage to accomplish everything they had set out to accomplish before the war started… but they did their best. From the day Sunny had chosen to return from the frigid ruins of LO49, out there in the northernmost reaches of the Dream Realm, and until today, he had never once stopped working doggedly toward his bold and defiant goal. His determination to vanquish the Sovereigns, subjugate the world, and bend existence to his will had never wavered. So, he was ready. He was ready to win… but he was prepared to lose, too. After all, despite it all, the treacherous scheme he and Nephis had woven was at its core a gamble. The future was unclear... who knew what the future held?
Sunny certainly did not.
But whatever happened, he would have no regrets. At least that was what he told himself while enjoying his tea in peace.
Eventually, the bottom of the cup revealed itself, and he put it down with a hint of regret. Letting out a long sigh, Sunny rose from his seat and left the gazebo. There were a lot of things he had to do. 'This girl… I think I've been a bad influence on her.'
Sunny had felt something strange while talking to Cassie. It was as if he had found himself on the wrong end of a conversation with himself! No, but really. What sane person opened a conversation by announcing their death?
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