[ If this were Trench and reality and he without his Innocence, he'd be very worried of the blood snow and the light of the moon. It's not dissimilar to the months when the moonlight itself became dangerous instead of the generally benevolent force it was, and maybe they should be. But, he has a feeling it's something that needs to be faced too, not avoided. If he gains his Innocence back, there isn't a worry either. That has to be his focus.
Blood, for Allen, is also something he has long been used to the smell of. Even if he hates it. Blood, oil, and ash. ]
I died here.
[ He says it so very simply, directed towards the stain on the ground. So quietly, like it isn't a bombshell, but he threads his fingers gently with Shouto's. A preemptive anchoring gesture, before he looks up again at the moon. ]
This is where my Innocence was destroyed, before it became Crown Clown.
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Blood, for Allen, is also something he has long been used to the smell of. Even if he hates it. Blood, oil, and ash. ]
I died here.
[ He says it so very simply, directed towards the stain on the ground. So quietly, like it isn't a bombshell, but he threads his fingers gently with Shouto's. A preemptive anchoring gesture, before he looks up again at the moon. ]
This is where my Innocence was destroyed, before it became Crown Clown.