sunny’s gaze remains fixed upon his own two feet, head barely shaking from side to side as his answer. he knows basil means well, and yet there is little that can be done to fix the situation they created, let alone the TURMOIL that wracks his insides. he’s fought tooth and nail to keep him in check - to prevent himself from losing all control - and for what? so that he can one day receive all the blame and scorn for something he didn’t even do? it’s worthless. all of it is worthless. he’s worthless. and he doesn’t believe he’ll feel anything but a gnawing sense of DREAD any time soon.