[ As Allen breathes out shakily himself at realizing yes, it finally seems truly over... he looks up then. At the rotted and twisted soul that still hovers above. Its chains shatter as the body of the akuma is destroyed though, its corruptive dark matter purified, and a gentle cleansing light washes through it. The putrid flesh washes away like mud, and reveals instead a pale, ghostly form. A woman. Dressed in an elaborately embroidered Victorian dress and bustle, she smiles then down at both of them and presses her hands to her chest.
"Thank you..."
As she begins to drift away and into nothingness, Allen's expression is -- quiet. Not a smile, but something hard to read and very gentle in his expression as he lifts his chin up and watches her. Wistful, almost. Like seeing someone he's so desperately wanted to meet for a long time, and feels so very bittersweet about. ]
Good night... [ Aah... it is over then.
But he looks around then, taking in the winter landscape around them as... Todoroki. Where's Todoro— ]
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"Thank you..."
As she begins to drift away and into nothingness, Allen's expression is -- quiet. Not a smile, but something hard to read and very gentle in his expression as he lifts his chin up and watches her. Wistful, almost. Like seeing someone he's so desperately wanted to meet for a long time, and feels so very bittersweet about. ]
Good night... [ Aah... it is over then.
But he looks around then, taking in the winter landscape around them as... Todoroki. Where's Todoro— ]
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