[ Oh-- his demeanor gentles at that. At the concern that washes over Shouto and the way he reaches for his cuts, reminding Allen too that he had been injured before. With a softer expression he gives a nod. ]
Mm, by the Tease... the butterflies. You were too. [ I'm sorry.
Though his own don't seem to be anything that bothers Allen that much; in fact such injuries seem to barely register and get worn as normally as his clothes. His eyes flicker with sympathy though, and he lets go finally only so he can bring his hand up like he means to touch the scratches on Shouto too -- but he doesn't quite, as he realizes it would just smear his own blood there from where it had dripped down his arm.
He lingers, conflicted and hating how he only has the one hand. ]
We were fortunate that your ability can work against them. [ Otherwise, they certainly would have died.
Because unfortunately, for most enemies in Allen's world there is nothing that normal fire and ice could do to them. At least not for long. They're made of and empowered by substances that belong to a different reality, a different set of rules. ]
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Mm, by the Tease... the butterflies. You were too. [ I'm sorry.
Though his own don't seem to be anything that bothers Allen that much; in fact such injuries seem to barely register and get worn as normally as his clothes. His eyes flicker with sympathy though, and he lets go finally only so he can bring his hand up like he means to touch the scratches on Shouto too -- but he doesn't quite, as he realizes it would just smear his own blood there from where it had dripped down his arm.
He lingers, conflicted and hating how he only has the one hand. ]
We were fortunate that your ability can work against them. [ Otherwise, they certainly would have died.
Because unfortunately, for most enemies in Allen's world there is nothing that normal fire and ice could do to them. At least not for long. They're made of and empowered by substances that belong to a different reality, a different set of rules. ]