[ Shouto's conclusion gets a brief, uneasy look for Allen before he gives a lightly tense sort of nod. ]
It isn't the first time I've had it. [ He says it softly, keeping eye contact as he knows such a thing is a loaded statement, but with the situation it's hard to tell if he's uneasy from feeling like stalked prey -- or uneasy to admit such a thing. ]
It's just the first time it's ever gone like this.
[ "What are you afraid of, Allen?"
It interrupts again, smooth and conversational. The warm and rumbling tones of a priest taking confession, soothing the soul so he might coax out the ugly truths. There's the snap of twigs breaking in the underbrush out of sight, like wolves circling in the dark, and Allen's posture is tight enough to nearly snap as he watches for a sign, any sign.
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It isn't the first time I've had it. [ He says it softly, keeping eye contact as he knows such a thing is a loaded statement, but with the situation it's hard to tell if he's uneasy from feeling like stalked prey -- or uneasy to admit such a thing. ]
It's just the first time it's ever gone like this.
[ "What are you afraid of, Allen?"
It interrupts again, smooth and conversational. The warm and rumbling tones of a priest taking confession, soothing the soul so he might coax out the ugly truths. There's the snap of twigs breaking in the underbrush out of sight, like wolves circling in the dark, and Allen's posture is tight enough to nearly snap as he watches for a sign, any sign.
"Is it... becoming a monster again?" ]