[ The weight vanishes and he can breathe again. Kizu too, picks up speed, heading for the beach away from the massacre that left him paralyzed and broken. Focused on the priest, he's doing better, but she knows the toll he paid for what little he saw. When she jumped out to save them from the gas, she saw it all in stark clarity, everything he missed. That small glimpse of death still has its claws in him, reshaping his world, tainting it black. She won't have him go back. If they need to fight, then they'll do it at away from that cesspool. Determined to keep him away, she ignores his calls to slow down.
No... but I want to save it.
His eyes fall to that hand wrapped in holy cloth, hesitant to take it. He looks back at Allen who continues to explain about akumas, souls, and exorcists. It's all meaningless to him. He doesn't know his world the same way he does, but he knows that look. The need to protect. The sentiment that drives you past all your limits to save another. That he understands and it's the only thing that matters. Everything else is details.
He takes his hand, and grips it firmly between his fingers. ]
Okay. We'll go back.
[ He sets a hand on his arm and helps him up; back on their feet. ] You're not responsible for the wrongs of your world. This isn't your fault. [ He squeezes his arm, grey and teal locking on grey and red. ]
I'll help you. Only... [ he looks past him to the town ] I don't know how.
I'll get us there. [ Shifts eyes back to him. ] You lead the fight.
[ Don't!
The great head of the leopard snaps around, biting down on their position, but he's in her head as much as she's in his. She hits nothing but ice.
Ice surges beneath his feet rising into the air and plunging down like a rollercoaster, twisting and turning back toward the town as a giant leopard chases after them, attempting to swallow them whole. ]
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No... but I want to save it.
His eyes fall to that hand wrapped in holy cloth, hesitant to take it. He looks back at Allen who continues to explain about akumas, souls, and exorcists. It's all meaningless to him. He doesn't know his world the same way he does, but he knows that look. The need to protect. The sentiment that drives you past all your limits to save another. That he understands and it's the only thing that matters. Everything else is details.
He takes his hand, and grips it firmly between his fingers. ]
Okay. We'll go back.
[ He sets a hand on his arm and helps him up; back on their feet. ] You're not responsible for the wrongs of your world. This isn't your fault. [ He squeezes his arm, grey and teal locking on grey and red. ]
I'll help you. Only... [ he looks past him to the town ] I don't know how.
I'll get us there. [ Shifts eyes back to him. ] You lead the fight.
[ Don't!
The great head of the leopard snaps around, biting down on their position, but he's in her head as much as she's in his. She hits nothing but ice.
Ice surges beneath his feet rising into the air and plunging down like a rollercoaster, twisting and turning back toward the town as a giant leopard chases after them, attempting to swallow them whole. ]