[ He slapped at his hands before he triggered a potential chain reaction Allen couldn't control, it's a really big distinction! But one Allen will also feel terrible and apologize for later, when the situation isn't so dire. It was split second instinct and knee jerk fear on a couple of accounts.
His eyes widen when Shouto suddenly sends his fire out right past him at something, twisting to see the familiar form of the cardinal right as those fingers reach straight through that flame like it means nothing to it, even as what human-looking flesh still remaining seems to char and burn as one would think it should, but swipe harmlessly through the air as they veer away. Down and down until they half-crash, and go tumbling as Allen clings on too. Still with only his human right arm functional as the left still is a writhing wing-like mess of softly glowing mutated feathers and vaguely human form.
He wheezes lightly, the air knocked from his lungs, as they sit back up and catch their breath, but shakes his head at the question about its "quirk" with immediate certainty. Shouto, they really need to have a talk about a lot of misunderstanding coming from presuming everything works the same for everyone else as it does for you. ]
It's not a person. [ From the one who's spoken time and time again of how he sees even Beasts and Akuma as still human.
Allen gets back up to his feet as well, lips pressed thinly together as he takes in where they've landed. More of the same, the nondescript inky black forest. He holds his left arm to his side with his right, fingers digging into the squirming mess for a moment as he breathes out, uncomfortable but grimly composed. On guard, but stepping back slightly so his good shoulder touches Shouto's faintly in unspoken reminder. A gesture to compensate the fact he can't touch his hand gently now. ]
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His eyes widen when Shouto suddenly sends his fire out right past him at something, twisting to see the familiar form of the cardinal right as those fingers reach straight through that flame like it means nothing to it, even as what human-looking flesh still remaining seems to char and burn as one would think it should, but swipe harmlessly through the air as they veer away. Down and down until they half-crash, and go tumbling as Allen clings on too. Still with only his human right arm functional as the left still is a writhing wing-like mess of softly glowing mutated feathers and vaguely human form.
He wheezes lightly, the air knocked from his lungs, as they sit back up and catch their breath, but shakes his head at the question about its "quirk" with immediate certainty. Shouto, they really need to have a talk about a lot of misunderstanding coming from presuming everything works the same for everyone else as it does for you. ]
It's not a person. [ From the one who's spoken time and time again of how he sees even Beasts and Akuma as still human.
Allen gets back up to his feet as well, lips pressed thinly together as he takes in where they've landed. More of the same, the nondescript inky black forest. He holds his left arm to his side with his right, fingers digging into the squirming mess for a moment as he breathes out, uncomfortable but grimly composed. On guard, but stepping back slightly so his good shoulder touches Shouto's faintly in unspoken reminder. A gesture to compensate the fact he can't touch his hand gently now. ]
That's living Innocence.