"Do you?" I questioned, a knowing smirk tugging at my lips. "Do you really need years?"
Dusking Sun looked up at me, eyes gleaming with a mix of humor and acknowledgment. "Nothing escapes you now does it," he smiled once more, "To be honest, a few more days and I should be fine," He leaned back, his gaze growing distant. "But the Lording Sun… he's another story altogether."
At the mention of the Lording Sun, the atmosphere around us darkened. Dusking Sun's grin faded into a somber expression, and I could tell he didn't want to dive deeper into that particular subject. It weighed on him heavily, the burden of knowing that one of his peers, one of the mighty Suns, might not recover at all. The chains that had bound the Lording Sun were no ordinary shackles; they had torn at his very essence, leaving more than just physical scars.
Not to mention, it was done by another Sun.