When Marianne took off her hood, Sylvester, who looked so tired: bloodshot eyes with dark circles around, subtle wrinkles on his face now bereft with life. His face began to pale, and he had to slap himself from what he once thought was a dream.
After which, he started to stagger in his steps, moving inch by inch. Subtle tremors were seen from his body, and he ignored everyone as his eyes were all on her.
Meanwhile, Veronica covered her mouth, not failing to break out from what appeared in front of her. Her astonishment outweighed the great caution and wariness against Mystique.
The two siblings hugged, and despite his large figure, it didn't hinder him from embracing her—he hung his head so low, almost trying to snuggle on her neck, broad shoulders trembling, and with his arms kept on squeezing her.
