[His eyes are still shaded by said wings, thus still sleeping. Move them out of the way so the sun blinds him through his eyelids. Profit! And... that's a good question. Maybe if you find a dead person that actually sleeps. Since if he puts out the effort to check, it's not so much rest as it is an internal struggle. The half of the soul in this form being clawed at by some insurmountable being. ...Hmm. You know, you'd almost swear it's that dude your mom dated in high school. Odd that.]
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