[ Sinistra's eyes shut as small sounds leave his lips, listening to the Archangel talk. It's unfortunate how on level they are with each other about being in this world, as much as it benefits them in ways. ]

It feels suffocating when it is too silent... too dark. My chest hurts and my head spins. I am unable to rest.

[ His hips rock forward towards the Archangel's hand when he's touched, shivering. ] When I was small, I slept so often. I did not-- did not think I would miss it.

Ah... I guess that is true.