[ It's the answer he expected, and it's why he hadn't pushed from the very beginning that it should be his fight alone. After all, up until now hadn't Todoroki always been the one who rushed ahead of even Allen to try and help anyone he could? Far more heroic than he, like it really is baked into his very being, at least in Allen's opinion.
So even if his tone is cold and that last sentence so harsh, Allen smiles lightly at that and looks away. It's bittersweet, but also glad in a sense. Grateful. No, no surprise at all. He's sorry to imply anything else, but he still needed to say it before just dragging someone else into something solely the domain of exorcists. Something that was obviously going to cause a friend a lot of pain, and that so often resulted in death.
Except maybe it isn't just exorcist business -- and thus solely his own business anymore. That's also the reason for his hesitation, having already been in the Trench for so long. ]
...Every time we meet, there's always something terrible happening. [ It's an idle musing, rhetorical and said in that soft and bittersweet manner. Situations like this really are the only ones they seem to meet up under, aren't they?
They really should rectify that later. ]
It can only be destroyed and the soul saved by a weapon like mine. [ Immediately to business. ] By Innocence. Anything else... it can barely touch it. Although I don't know how your ability might work on it, if your ice could crush it... [ Fire -- no. Fire had seemed to give it joy and life when one he'd seen danced in an inferno of its own making. ]
...but it wouldn't save the soul. It would just be lost. But... [ His eyes cast aside again, debating if it's something he should mention. ] If it's the kind I think it is, I've never been able to defeat one on my own before, either. [ It's quieter; not an easy admission, and entirely not because of any pride. ] It's hard, trying to pierce through its corrupted shell.
If you can help restrict its movements... I'll have a better chance at that.
But you can't let it hit you. [ His tone drops slightly, more sober and blunter to emphasize how direly serious he is. ] Its blood has a virus, and it can make bullets from it. If one even grazes you... it'll kill you within seconds.
[ He's quiet for a moment after that, thinking. And the arm around Shouto to hold on softens slightly, his grip gentler at considering something, and his shoulders drop a little. ]
...Promise me that after this, we'll find something fun to do. Something we can talk about and enjoy. [ Quietly said still, like this is a sober and important thing, and he smiles lightly again. Sad-sweet, trying to look back and catch his eye. ]
When the world feels dark, it can help to have something to look forward to.
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So even if his tone is cold and that last sentence so harsh, Allen smiles lightly at that and looks away. It's bittersweet, but also glad in a sense. Grateful. No, no surprise at all. He's sorry to imply anything else, but he still needed to say it before just dragging someone else into something solely the domain of exorcists. Something that was obviously going to cause a friend a lot of pain, and that so often resulted in death.
Except maybe it isn't just exorcist business -- and thus solely his own business anymore. That's also the reason for his hesitation, having already been in the Trench for so long. ]
...Every time we meet, there's always something terrible happening. [ It's an idle musing, rhetorical and said in that soft and bittersweet manner. Situations like this really are the only ones they seem to meet up under, aren't they?
They really should rectify that later. ]
It can only be destroyed and the soul saved by a weapon like mine. [ Immediately to business. ] By Innocence. Anything else... it can barely touch it. Although I don't know how your ability might work on it, if your ice could crush it... [ Fire -- no. Fire had seemed to give it joy and life when one he'd seen danced in an inferno of its own making. ]
...but it wouldn't save the soul. It would just be lost. But... [ His eyes cast aside again, debating if it's something he should mention. ] If it's the kind I think it is, I've never been able to defeat one on my own before, either. [ It's quieter; not an easy admission, and entirely not because of any pride. ] It's hard, trying to pierce through its corrupted shell.
If you can help restrict its movements... I'll have a better chance at that.
But you can't let it hit you. [ His tone drops slightly, more sober and blunter to emphasize how direly serious he is. ] Its blood has a virus, and it can make bullets from it. If one even grazes you... it'll kill you within seconds.
[ He's quiet for a moment after that, thinking. And the arm around Shouto to hold on softens slightly, his grip gentler at considering something, and his shoulders drop a little. ]
...Promise me that after this, we'll find something fun to do. Something we can talk about and enjoy. [ Quietly said still, like this is a sober and important thing, and he smiles lightly again. Sad-sweet, trying to look back and catch his eye. ]
When the world feels dark, it can help to have something to look forward to.