[ He offers a small, somewhat bittersweet smile in response to the confused look Shouto gets. ]
I didn't really talk with him much about it... we were trading some things, and it came up during that. [ In retrospect... Dabi had told him jack squat in specifics while getting Allen to actually reveal some things. Damn, he's good. Ass.
But he shakes his head lightly, gathering his thoughts back, and tries to figure out how to best put it. Tries to put himself back, when he's lived somewhere so very different for a year. ]
Anyone who looks different, or... like they must somehow be cursed. [ His tone is quieter and he pauses, considering his next words. ]
Most people... They don't have any powers or special abilities. Nothing that makes them stand out or look different from most other people. And they don't know it's possible. So they get scared when they see something they can't understand, and think that something must be wrong or dangerous about that person.
[ He's speaking softly but simply as he describes that, and threads their fingers together as he does. Idly moving their fingers together in an understated way that matches the sad-sweet way his eyes cast down slightly, and he tugs lightly to encourage him to stand closer. ]
As for how long it's been... [ He hesitates, gentling as his eyes drop. ] You saw about how long.
[ That night when the circus was destroyed... the next day was also when he left Edinburgh. ]
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I didn't really talk with him much about it... we were trading some things, and it came up during that. [ In retrospect... Dabi had told him jack squat in specifics while getting Allen to actually reveal some things. Damn, he's good. Ass.
But he shakes his head lightly, gathering his thoughts back, and tries to figure out how to best put it. Tries to put himself back, when he's lived somewhere so very different for a year. ]
Anyone who looks different, or... like they must somehow be cursed. [ His tone is quieter and he pauses, considering his next words. ]
Most people... They don't have any powers or special abilities. Nothing that makes them stand out or look different from most other people. And they don't know it's possible. So they get scared when they see something they can't understand, and think that something must be wrong or dangerous about that person.
[ He's speaking softly but simply as he describes that, and threads their fingers together as he does. Idly moving their fingers together in an understated way that matches the sad-sweet way his eyes cast down slightly, and he tugs lightly to encourage him to stand closer. ]
As for how long it's been... [ He hesitates, gentling as his eyes drop. ] You saw about how long.
[ That night when the circus was destroyed... the next day was also when he left Edinburgh. ]
I'd say it's probably been about ten years.