[ He's stiff under his guard. Cold too, where the ice crept over his skin while the rest of him remains at a neutral temperature where there was a roiling heat before. It's a lie. He can still feel the churning lava melting inside him. Cooled down by an equal amount of ice. It's a balancing act, one that only comes up in the heat of battle when he actively needs his ice to cool his left side and vice versa. A perfect countermeasure built into his genetics.
The fact that his quirk is so fundamentally tied to his emotions was never an issue before. That didn't mean he didn't feel anything. He felt a lot. That's why he used his ice to numb those feelings when they got overwhelming. He stopped doing that after their encounter with the nightmare demon. After that encounter, he thought it was the best way to move forward, but he's only moved back since then. ]
This isn't normal for me.
[ It's not a complaint or self-reprimand, but fact. An understanding that something-- Not something. I need to change. ]
I don't know how to fix it.
[ Go back to the ice? Or find another way?
He leans against Allen, finding comfort in the gentle encouragement as the clash of ice and fire recedes at its own pace inside him. ]
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The fact that his quirk is so fundamentally tied to his emotions was never an issue before. That didn't mean he didn't feel anything. He felt a lot. That's why he used his ice to numb those feelings when they got overwhelming. He stopped doing that after their encounter with the nightmare demon. After that encounter, he thought it was the best way to move forward, but he's only moved back since then. ]
This isn't normal for me.
[ It's not a complaint or self-reprimand, but fact. An understanding that something-- Not something. I need to change. ]
I don't know how to fix it.
[ Go back to the ice? Or find another way?
He leans against Allen, finding comfort in the gentle encouragement as the clash of ice and fire recedes at its own pace inside him. ]