"No buts."
Sunday's expression suddenly turned serious, even carrying a trace of unquestionable severity.
He turned around to face his sister directly. The edges of the white wings by his ears traced a cold arc beneath the plaza's dazzling lights.
"Listen, Robin—do not get involved with [Death] in the dream."
"You need to sing your heart out."
Then, his tone quickly softened again, returning to that of the gentle, dependable older brother.
The corners of his lips even curled into a faint smile, one like a carefully tuned mask that perfectly concealed all the weight he bore.
"I promise you, when the opening arrives, no noise will obscure your radiance."
"Not even the shadow of [Harmony] itself."
Robin met her brother's gaze for a moment, her pale green eyes reflecting his seemingly resolute figure.
She seemed to draw some strength from it, or perhaps she simply did not wish to add to his burden.
Robin lowered her eyes slightly, her lashes trembling like butterfly wings.
After thinking for a moment, she gently let out a breath, and her tense shoulders relaxed somewhat.
"You're right."
"Ever since we were children, there's never been anything you couldn't handle, Brother."
"Then I'll go get ready. I won't take up any more of your time."
She tried her best to show him a reassuring smile, her lips curving into a beautiful arc.
Though the hidden worry in her eyes had not completely faded, like a faint crack impossible to erase from crystal.
"Be careful, Brother. Remember to save yourself a good seat."
"Of course." Sunday nodded with a smile, his gaze gentle. "I don't mind showing a little favoritism for that."
Robin bent her knees slightly and offered an elegant farewell, her skirt spreading and gathering like flower petals. "Then... see you later."
After