[In truth, Sunday has long known that The Family is not one he can easily trust. To put him on this pedestal to lead the Oak Family, to have Robin write to him of her discoveries- trust is something he can afford so very little these days. It cost him his sister's life, and if he's not careful, it'll also cost him his own.
(If he had the choice to leave, to take Robin and run... who's to say, really. Even he can't tell, anymore.)]
I will make no wager, nor do I see a point in your endless droning. [Yes, Aventurine absolutely hit a nerve, and Sunday's irritated by it. He fully believes in the Harmony, but to continuously come up on the losing side, to remain empty-handed... The Family's expectations and demands dig into him like barbs, hold him hostage, threaten to choke him if he isn't careful.
And, more than anything else, now he knows the Sigonian wasn't the one who brought "Death" here. The answers slip through his fingers like sand, and he takes a long moment before he sends anything else.]
Do not return. Should I even catch a hint of your touch or presence here, I will make you regret it.
Now, now. Don't threaten me with a good time. Maybe you should save all that vitriol for whoever's been messing with Penacony instead.
But rest assured, I've no plans to get anywhere near your crumbling dream any time soon. I think I've earned a restful retirement for a job well done, and I fully plan on enjoying it.
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(If he had the choice to leave, to take Robin and run... who's to say, really. Even he can't tell, anymore.)]
I will make no wager, nor do I see a point in your endless droning. [Yes, Aventurine absolutely hit a nerve, and Sunday's irritated by it. He fully believes in the Harmony, but to continuously come up on the losing side, to remain empty-handed... The Family's expectations and demands dig into him like barbs, hold him hostage, threaten to choke him if he isn't careful.
And, more than anything else, now he knows the Sigonian wasn't the one who brought "Death" here. The answers slip through his fingers like sand, and he takes a long moment before he sends anything else.]
Do not return. Should I even catch a hint of your touch or presence here, I will make you regret it.
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But rest assured, I've no plans to get anywhere near your crumbling dream any time soon. I think I've earned a restful retirement for a job well done, and I fully plan on enjoying it.