[ The churning ice crackling inside his chest begins to thaw and with it comes understanding. He grows still against Allen, tempered by the warm embrace, he syncs to him, matching his temperature. Once his quirk is under control, he begins the task of untangling what he witnessed. Pain accompanies the vision, the knowledge of what he saw deeply embedded in his psyche. He lets himself feel it. That hurt that swells in his chest knowing that he had almost lost this life he holds so precious, not once, but twice.
His eyes glitter in the light when he lifts his chin to meet his with a solemn look, accepting the truth. ]
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His eyes glitter in the light when he lifts his chin to meet his with a solemn look, accepting the truth. ]
You were different. Younger.
You... You had red hair.
[ His voice is soft, calm. Drained. ]
You buried a dog, and you--
You wanted to die with him... in the snow.