[ Of all the things that Gallagher might have considered he would potentially come across in this situation (one for which there may be no script or plan at all), this may be the least likely.
He hears the voice from the top of the stairs, and that's his first indication of Sunday's presence. Gallagher has never been a religious man, certainly not in the way that Sunday is, but he can tell that it's a prayer that he recites now. Seems a funny thing to do when they're so far from anything familiar. Besides, if those Nameless accomplished what they set out to do (and he's certain they did), Sunday should have had the impotence of the Order proven to him by now.
Then again, kinda hard to teach an old dog new tricks. Maybe it's the same for birds.
They're both here for reasons Gallagher couldn't begin to untangle right now, but if he had to guess, he'd call it some kind of cosmic joke. Who knows, maybe they have Aha to blame. Those Fools were hanging around in the Land of Dreams, after all.
He marches down the stairs in an almost lackadaisical manner despite the moaning of the monster behind the door. He might be putting it on a little thick, just to annoy Mr. Wings once he realizes.
He waits until Sunday has finished speaking before he pipes up, a sigh present in his tone. ]
Not sure they can hear you from here. Or at all, anymore.
[ Then again, when has that ever stopped the zealous? ]
thoughts and prayers can't help you now
He hears the voice from the top of the stairs, and that's his first indication of Sunday's presence. Gallagher has never been a religious man, certainly not in the way that Sunday is, but he can tell that it's a prayer that he recites now. Seems a funny thing to do when they're so far from anything familiar. Besides, if those Nameless accomplished what they set out to do (and he's certain they did), Sunday should have had the impotence of the Order proven to him by now.
Then again, kinda hard to teach an old dog new tricks. Maybe it's the same for birds.
They're both here for reasons Gallagher couldn't begin to untangle right now, but if he had to guess, he'd call it some kind of cosmic joke. Who knows, maybe they have Aha to blame. Those Fools were hanging around in the Land of Dreams, after all.
He marches down the stairs in an almost lackadaisical manner despite the moaning of the monster behind the door. He might be putting it on a little thick, just to annoy Mr. Wings once he realizes.
He waits until Sunday has finished speaking before he pipes up, a sigh present in his tone. ]
Not sure they can hear you from here. Or at all, anymore.
[ Then again, when has that ever stopped the zealous? ]