[ The good secrets he'll keep. His own secrets he'll keep. Allen's secrets though, the ones that have nothing to do with Nea's goals? He couldn't care less about them: neither the incentive to keep them nor spill them. Sometimes they're tools to use to prod answers out of someone else or needle them off balance, like now with Shouto—but only for a good reason like that.
Maybe he can be useful, after all. Likely not. But he's been dead and driven half mad from sitting in his own resentment and plans for thirty five years. So do keep him company if you're not going to let him go. ]
I'm who he becomes. [ He doesn't say it tauntingly. Just with certainty, and this time leans in close to Shouto. Almost nose to nose with those catlike glimmering golden eyes. Like there's a secret he'd like to share, and his tone drops to a soft, edged sort of murmur.
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Maybe he can be useful, after all. Likely not. But he's been dead and driven half mad from sitting in his own resentment and plans for thirty five years. So do keep him company if you're not going to let him go. ]
I'm who he becomes. [ He doesn't say it tauntingly. Just with certainty, and this time leans in close to Shouto. Almost nose to nose with those catlike glimmering golden eyes. Like there's a secret he'd like to share, and his tone drops to a soft, edged sort of murmur.
Now he's cocksure. ]
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