[ That doesn't explain why you were bleeding though, he thinks as he watches him burn the blood. Would blood in a dream even corrupt? Maybe, maybe not. If it's anything like the beast that had attached to Shouto like a parasite it could, but because of Allen's eye he doesn't think it's that... but it also doesn't seem like anything they should take a chance with. It won't unless it corresponds with trauma to their psyche, but-- it's hardly like either of them have experience with that.
Allen follows the tug forward and rises, eyes to Shouto's with a quiet determination but silent as his mind turns over the situation. It's not something as simple as "finding" it, not if it's his Innocence and it's anything like how he got it back before. That's ominous, and leaves him feeling a little lost.
He blinks when he watches Shouto mouth something to him again, instinctively understanding his determination and let's go, but the voice is missing. Allen shakes his head lightly, though he still follows him as they move to the door. ]
I can't hear you anymore. [ So what were you doing before? It wasn't the blood, was it? But there's no hum in the band against his ear though, no sense of connection to a feeling that feels like Shouto. ]
Shouto, I think it's the earrings. [ A hint?
Outside the windows it's dark, but there's a soft glow that slowly becomes noticeable, like it was always there and only now is it something that catches their notice. Like moonlight... but reddish. It illuminates soft flakes that fall and begin to collect on the ledges and ground. A pink snow. ]
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Allen follows the tug forward and rises, eyes to Shouto's with a quiet determination but silent as his mind turns over the situation. It's not something as simple as "finding" it, not if it's his Innocence and it's anything like how he got it back before. That's ominous, and leaves him feeling a little lost.
He blinks when he watches Shouto mouth something to him again, instinctively understanding his determination and let's go, but the voice is missing. Allen shakes his head lightly, though he still follows him as they move to the door. ]
I can't hear you anymore. [ So what were you doing before? It wasn't the blood, was it? But there's no hum in the band against his ear though, no sense of connection to a feeling that feels like Shouto. ]
Shouto, I think it's the earrings. [ A hint?
Outside the windows it's dark, but there's a soft glow that slowly becomes noticeable, like it was always there and only now is it something that catches their notice. Like moonlight... but reddish. It illuminates soft flakes that fall and begin to collect on the ledges and ground. A pink snow. ]