idk bro gimme a break

To which I lie, pierce through the veil, don't let it show: Sunday Study

Between dreams and reality, there's a border line in which people shouldn't step. Humans are unconsciously drawn to the idea of freedom, to which Sunday questions, what is freedom? What is the extent and scope of freedom? People usually mistake their ideal as a form of their own. With this, they gain liberty, they think they do. But then, life is a maze-like occurrence. Being able to choose, people always had that choice. One path? Two paths? To one question, there's two answers.

To be or not to be.

Sunday believes freedom is a conceptual ideology. There's no real definition of being free. It all lies in oneself to determine whether they are free or not.

Which means presenting a choice, making them judge for their own, leading them to the right path. That's the only way to attain everyone's happiness. That's the only way he'll save everyone from this madness.

"You always striked to me as odd"

Sunday hated him.

His brash cocky attitude, the way he would confidently stand tall infront of Sunday. Not intimidated by one bit. Gallagher of the bloodhounds is one of a kind. Despite being belittled, step aside every family gathering, Gallagher acts too casual that it's impossible to determine whether he's doing it to mock or he's simply just like that.

"I can say the same to you, Hound" It's been a while since Sunday has begun pondering why he always felt off with Gallagher, it's also been a while since he figured it out "But of course, I didn't expect anything less to a minion of the Enigmata"

A chuckle came out of Gallagher's mouth "You figured it out, huh? Quite a surprise, don't you think?" He lit up his cigarette and looked up to meet Sunday's gaze.

"No, it's a mystery, but not a surprise. You've always been the one peculiar in every dream I had"

"If you don't have that dangerous tone I could mistake you for confessing, ya know?"

"Don't you ever joke about that, I don't wish to be associated nor get my intentions unclear to you"

A lengthy rough chuckle, a reaction that fuels Sunday's meter. Gallagher waved his hand, finding the situation amusing. He lit up his lighter and played with the flame using his hands."You're way too serious, loosen up, kiddo"

Sunday scowls "You're sick in the head, just what are your plans?"

Gallagher's lips parted into a sadistic smile, his tongue reaching his upper lip, an indication of mockery.

Sunday's palm collected his fingers into a fist, he gritted his teeth inside. He wanted to punch Gallagher from his audacity to sit here as a lowly hound and taunt him to the end of his wits.

"Guess.. It isn't as complicated as you think" Gallagher looks up, his eyes emitting arrogance.

"You-"

"But.. Don't worry, birdie.. I ain't gonna edge ya" As Gallagher's hand closed his lighter in a swift.

Sunday was struck behind, sliced by his apparent doom.