Of course Shouto doesn't, but-- well, no, not of course. Somehow in the course of Nea being in control so much as to talk with and attack him, Allen sort of just... figured that came up. Or would be obvious. Or-- something. His nerves are still too rattled to have really realized Shouto probably didn't know and there he went, just blurting it out.
He bites the inside of his lip, conflicted as a complex flicker of emotions quickly passes over his face. Weight shifts back. I do not want to have this conversation and the urge to run away from it is strong, but--
When would he ever want to have it. ]
That's... what it is. It isn't like we're a dual-conscious. When he comes, I go. And every time he does it gets harder to come back.
[ Until one day he never comes back.
Allen's gaze slips aside at that, uncomfortable, but he'd be uncomfortable no matter the circumstances with these topic. Knowing he should clarify but not wanting to dwell on it either. The reality that even still he puts aside and tries not to think about partly because that's just how he reaffirms that it will not happen and he will fight, but more because he knows how true -- how dark -- it is. How very likely it's hopeless to resist even if he keeps resisting to the moment he fades away.
The reason why this world is a reprieve for him. ]
I think... everyone already expected there wouldn't be a "me" anymore by now. If I was back there.
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Of course Shouto doesn't, but-- well, no, not of course. Somehow in the course of Nea being in control so much as to talk with and attack him, Allen sort of just... figured that came up. Or would be obvious. Or-- something. His nerves are still too rattled to have really realized Shouto probably didn't know and there he went, just blurting it out.
He bites the inside of his lip, conflicted as a complex flicker of emotions quickly passes over his face. Weight shifts back. I do not want to have this conversation and the urge to run away from it is strong, but--
When would he ever want to have it. ]
That's... what it is. It isn't like we're a dual-conscious. When he comes, I go. And every time he does it gets harder to come back.
[ Until one day he never comes back.
Allen's gaze slips aside at that, uncomfortable, but he'd be uncomfortable no matter the circumstances with these topic. Knowing he should clarify but not wanting to dwell on it either. The reality that even still he puts aside and tries not to think about partly because that's just how he reaffirms that it will not happen and he will fight, but more because he knows how true -- how dark -- it is. How very likely it's hopeless to resist even if he keeps resisting to the moment he fades away.
The reason why this world is a reprieve for him. ]
I think... everyone already expected there wouldn't be a "me" anymore by now. If I was back there.
[ Everyone except Johnny. ]