[ What kind of dream even is this when it feels so real...
Shouto's tension when he brushes against him makes Allen glance over for a moment, concerned, cementing it further that somehow, you're actually Shouto, but he passes it off as both their guards being high. He chews on his lip for a moment as he considers his question though, because what a good question. One with a very depressing reality. ]
We can't. [ He admits it softly actually, soberly. ]
Other Innocence like mine can't do anything against it because it can just control it. I can't control it even now... and nothing else seems to phase it for long. [ His human fingers flex lightly against what should have been his bicep in the the angry roiling sea of mutated feather and flesh that is his left arm that hangs limp like a broken wing, and he offers Shouto a sad and rueful little smile. Apologetic.
Sorry for bringing you into this. ]
In this dream I can only run from it, but it always knows where I am.
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Shouto's tension when he brushes against him makes Allen glance over for a moment, concerned, cementing it further that somehow, you're actually Shouto, but he passes it off as both their guards being high. He chews on his lip for a moment as he considers his question though, because what a good question. One with a very depressing reality. ]
We can't. [ He admits it softly actually, soberly. ]
Other Innocence like mine can't do anything against it because it can just control it. I can't control it even now... and nothing else seems to phase it for long. [ His human fingers flex lightly against what should have been his bicep in the the angry roiling sea of mutated feather and flesh that is his left arm that hangs limp like a broken wing, and he offers Shouto a sad and rueful little smile. Apologetic.
Sorry for bringing you into this. ]
In this dream I can only run from it, but it always knows where I am.
[ One guess as to how. ]