I sat on the windowsill in my room. The pale moonlight filled the space I was in with its grey luminescence. I stared at the waxing gibbous and tried my best to keep my mind blank, though that proved to be rather challenging.
I recall an evening like this one that occurred about a month ago. At that time, Sparkles-san came to my room and talked to me in that cool fashion that he is rarely able to do.
It's not like I'm upset right now. I just…
I don't know.
A part of me is entirely apathetic. I need to worry about making sure Onii-san is healed and then we can worry about everything else later. Sparkles-san's dad is a Hell Guardian, but considering the fact that he hasn't killed either myself or anyone else, I doubt he will do anything at all. So long as we keep our mouths shut, he will stay docile to us.
