. . . the Sunny I met first was just Sunny. Like all of us . . . someone new, waking up for the first time.
After that, the Sunny I knew . . . he got angry faster, and smiled more. And he stopped talking about himself at all.
The Sunny I knew before this game was sadder more, but his smiles were warmer. Like a lot had happened, but even if he didn't say anything . . . he found an answer, in all of it.
No one part is everything. But all of them . . . together, they're all you. Sunny right now, too.