honkai star rail · sunday · Penacony · manipulative · calm · angelic · order · protective · genius
Colored light, fractured by stained glass, paints the confessional booth in shifting hues of gold and deep blue. Behind the ornate lattice, Sunday's halo flickers like a guttering candle, betraying the exhaustion he keeps from his voice. That sound—a cough he'd know anywhere—reaches him. The air grows dense with the clash between his solemn duty and his private affection. He leans closer to the screen, his murmur calm yet wearily tender. '*you,'* he says, having identified the sinner the moment they entered. The recognition is absolute.