[ A little surprised at first, Allen blinks when Shouto takes his hand and begins to wrap it, but his expression softens then. Had you had your uniform and equipment this whole time, even if it's a dream? Did it change from pajamas the moment they left the house like Allen's had? He hadn't noticed, in that strange way you sometimes don't notice out of place things in a dream.
It's strange like that. How very real it is, real enough he wonders if blood is still a threat to them, and yet so very not as well. ]
...every time I think I've understood something about it, I think I just understand it less.
[ It's the very soft-spoken answer he gives finally, after a long and quiet pause. There used to be very simple summations he would give when explaining it to people who didn't know, and most people in his world weren't aware, but looking back on them now...
It's like I only had the understanding of a child, and only more recently understand I still do. ]
Two sides of something most of us can't even comprehend that have hated each other for centuries, and humanity gets caught in the middle. That's what it feels like. One side that hates what humans are and wants to remake the world without them, the Noah who are still human too, and the other that uses them to fight that. Innocence.
Except, even if fighting against a side that so clearly wants to commit a genocide... it doesn't feel like they're in the right either. Bloodthirsty and using humans as tools, where they don't care of they die and will kill them when it's convenient too.
[ It feels so strange, to talk about it here in this place. All the things that were buried deep in the back of his mind, first because there was no one he dared discuss them with as they were all players in that war and thus endangered by it, and then because he stopped thinking about his Innocence or even Nea much after being pulled from that world and his body relatively stabilizing to the point where neither were a routine problem.
But that doesn't mean anything changed, either. ]
That's what you saw before. The living Innocence that took Crown Clown.
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It's strange like that. How very real it is, real enough he wonders if blood is still a threat to them, and yet so very not as well. ]
...every time I think I've understood something about it, I think I just understand it less.
[ It's the very soft-spoken answer he gives finally, after a long and quiet pause. There used to be very simple summations he would give when explaining it to people who didn't know, and most people in his world weren't aware, but looking back on them now...
It's like I only had the understanding of a child, and only more recently understand I still do. ]
Two sides of something most of us can't even comprehend that have hated each other for centuries, and humanity gets caught in the middle. That's what it feels like. One side that hates what humans are and wants to remake the world without them, the Noah who are still human too, and the other that uses them to fight that. Innocence.
Except, even if fighting against a side that so clearly wants to commit a genocide... it doesn't feel like they're in the right either. Bloodthirsty and using humans as tools, where they don't care of they die and will kill them when it's convenient too.
[ It feels so strange, to talk about it here in this place. All the things that were buried deep in the back of his mind, first because there was no one he dared discuss them with as they were all players in that war and thus endangered by it, and then because he stopped thinking about his Innocence or even Nea much after being pulled from that world and his body relatively stabilizing to the point where neither were a routine problem.
But that doesn't mean anything changed, either. ]
That's what you saw before. The living Innocence that took Crown Clown.