[ "I hope." The way he trails off with that has Allen looking in his direction with a quiet, wordless glance. He can guess essentially what Viktor was thinking, just as it's something he has to wonder about every time he encounters or is able to save a beast as well. Because that's how it always was for an akuma, the literal recipe for how they're made. And beasts... often fall into the same sad cycle.

What if they killed someone they loved, and would they remember it. All he can truly do is hope for neither. ]

-- oh. Ah... [ He considers where to sit for a moment so Viktor can more easily reach the bite on his cheek, and taking either a seat or hopping back to sit up on one of the tabletops. Whatever is closer and looks easier. ] It's part of my ability.

Since it's a part of me, I can purge the corruption from my own body as well. [ The same way he would have before with the akuma virus if he was infected with it, having a parasite-type Innocence. Not that he can really recall those specific details. ] We're one and the same.

[ The sword is him and he is the sword? Yeah. ]

It comes in handy in a place like this.