[ Most haven't heard of us, or understand what that means.
That line triggers a thread of understanding he's only now realizing he missed when Allen first spoke of his world and his ties with Exorcists. Does no one... know what you do? An astounding thought for someone who comes from a world where heroic deeds are not only known but quantified into a public ranking system. But how... don't they know? He's seen Allen in action. Witnessed the angel that cloaks him in a protective embrace similar to Dark Shadow and Tokoyami, who fight together as one, independent of the other. How someone could see him fight and not tell others what they saw seems almost impossible, if not willingly ignorant.
We don't use our powers except when fighting akuma.
The layers of secrecy add to his confusion. Realizing this, he steps back from it. Right now, they need to find proper clothes, food, and shelter. The longer Allen stays out in the cold without proper attire, the worse shape he'll be in. So, for now, he shelves it for another time when he can properly examine it and returns his attention to his companion.
With his thoughts so focused on Allen, the reminder of his vision trips up his heart and spurs him into action. He acts on instinct, taking him into his arms to melt the piling snow he couldn't do anything about in the memory. Heat pours out of him, not the burning kind that his brother and father perfected, but a gentler one, just above body heat, meant to embrace, not burn. The kind of heat akin to him: controlled and unobtrusive.
When Allen pulls away, he lets him go without a word. No question, no pressing heat. He steps back, letting the cocoon of warmth ebb away. When he's tugged forward by his sleeve, Shouto follows him into the unknown without a second thought. ]
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That line triggers a thread of understanding he's only now realizing he missed when Allen first spoke of his world and his ties with Exorcists. Does no one... know what you do? An astounding thought for someone who comes from a world where heroic deeds are not only known but quantified into a public ranking system. But how... don't they know? He's seen Allen in action. Witnessed the angel that cloaks him in a protective embrace similar to Dark Shadow and Tokoyami, who fight together as one, independent of the other. How someone could see him fight and not tell others what they saw seems almost impossible, if not willingly ignorant.
We don't use our powers except when fighting akuma.
The layers of secrecy add to his confusion. Realizing this, he steps back from it. Right now, they need to find proper clothes, food, and shelter. The longer Allen stays out in the cold without proper attire, the worse shape he'll be in. So, for now, he shelves it for another time when he can properly examine it and returns his attention to his companion.
With his thoughts so focused on Allen, the reminder of his vision trips up his heart and spurs him into action. He acts on instinct, taking him into his arms to melt the piling snow he couldn't do anything about in the memory. Heat pours out of him, not the burning kind that his brother and father perfected, but a gentler one, just above body heat, meant to embrace, not burn. The kind of heat akin to him: controlled and unobtrusive.
When Allen pulls away, he lets him go without a word. No question, no pressing heat. He steps back, letting the cocoon of warmth ebb away. When he's tugged forward by his sleeve, Shouto follows him into the unknown without a second thought. ]