Then it's a good thing I can restore my own hand if it's broken, isn't it? [ The absolute irony of that statement, Todoroki. It utterly refreshes him. As does the matter of fact way he processes everything Allen tells him in such an even and calm manner. It helps ease Allen's own nerves of someone who isn't an exorcist joining in such a fight. ]
I don't know about fire... I don't think so. [ Lavi's would, but it wasn't normal fire. It still came from Innocence. But then, Shouto's isn't exactly regular fire either. Still: ] I've seen them in fire before, and they only seem to enjoy it. But...
[ His expression softens when Todoroki steps back to look at him though, a little surprised by how intently he's looking at him. Like he's trying to look straight through to him. It's -- ...it's how Lenalee would look at him sometimes. Straight past whatever smile he tried to put on. (Lenalee, who... aah. He'd even forgotten most of her for all these months too, even everything he'd promised... It squeezes his chest in an awful, heavy and painful sort of way.)
But he blinks at that quiet sort of answer -- before smile he does, cocking his head slightly to the side. But not the same as before. ]
Mn, I'm glad. [ It's a smile that's fragile as glass, but also so truly happy too. Effervescent. ]
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Then it's a good thing I can restore my own hand if it's broken, isn't it? [ The absolute irony of that statement, Todoroki. It utterly refreshes him. As does the matter of fact way he processes everything Allen tells him in such an even and calm manner. It helps ease Allen's own nerves of someone who isn't an exorcist joining in such a fight. ]
I don't know about fire... I don't think so. [ Lavi's would, but it wasn't normal fire. It still came from Innocence. But then, Shouto's isn't exactly regular fire either. Still: ] I've seen them in fire before, and they only seem to enjoy it. But...
[ His expression softens when Todoroki steps back to look at him though, a little surprised by how intently he's looking at him. Like he's trying to look straight through to him. It's -- ...it's how Lenalee would look at him sometimes. Straight past whatever smile he tried to put on. (Lenalee, who... aah. He'd even forgotten most of her for all these months too, even everything he'd promised... It squeezes his chest in an awful, heavy and painful sort of way.)
But he blinks at that quiet sort of answer -- before smile he does, cocking his head slightly to the side. But not the same as before. ]
Mn, I'm glad. [ It's a smile that's fragile as glass, but also so truly happy too. Effervescent. ]
I promise too.