Sunny stared at the last string of runes, waiting to feel something.
The sight of it...
He still remembered the deep well of complicated, irreconcilable emotions that seeing it had made him feel. Anger and indignation mixed with love and longing... pain, resentment, fear, hope, comfort. And many other things he could not quite name.
They had been potent enough to make him feel like he was suffocating, at times, so he expected to sense the familiar ache.
But no matter how long Sunny waited, it did not come.
He did not feel anything special. Looking at the runes did not move his heart, and he remained at peace.
That was because he had made peace with the truth they showed some time ago...
And also because that truth was different from what the runes had meant before.
Before, these runes signified something that had been forced upon him in violation of his will — something that he had no part in choosing for himself, and therefore resented with all his heart.
