[ Tim. Not the one he knows but the one Allen lost here. He takes his hand in his and presses his shoulders to his. I didn't play much either. He adds, adding a touch of warmth with his quirk. I'd like to play catch with my siblings. He answers resolutely after a moment. He used to watch them play from the inner house, children he didn't know. His brothers. His sister. They always seemed so far away, separated from them after Touya's attempt on his life when he was still too small to crawl, not that Shouto knew that back then. It's something his brother had told him here. A secret he didn't know how to address or what to feel.
The cemetery is a place of contention for him, not because he fears the dead but the difference in how they revered their dead. He's never been to a Western cemetery before. It's familiar, yet so starkly different. The monument is passed over for the view of the city below. Allen is the lens in which he sees the world, so when he chooses to focus on the fountain instead of the monument they find themselves on, Shouto follows suit. It takes him a moment to catch sight of the landmark but mismatched eyes soon catch the shimmering colors of the sunset amid the stone fountain. ]
What did you perform?
[ He asks, eyes locked on the fountain, trying to imagine a young Allen going through one of the performances he's seen him put on for the kids at the orphanage back home. Though the quote draws his gaze back to him. ]
Tragedy?
[ He echoes, in turn, his brows pinching in lightly, not understanding his words. ]
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The cemetery is a place of contention for him, not because he fears the dead but the difference in how they revered their dead. He's never been to a Western cemetery before. It's familiar, yet so starkly different. The monument is passed over for the view of the city below. Allen is the lens in which he sees the world, so when he chooses to focus on the fountain instead of the monument they find themselves on, Shouto follows suit. It takes him a moment to catch sight of the landmark but mismatched eyes soon catch the shimmering colors of the sunset amid the stone fountain. ]
What did you perform?
[ He asks, eyes locked on the fountain, trying to imagine a young Allen going through one of the performances he's seen him put on for the kids at the orphanage back home. Though the quote draws his gaze back to him. ]
Tragedy?
[ He echoes, in turn, his brows pinching in lightly, not understanding his words. ]
He saw the world as a tragedy?