[ He doesn't mind that he feels like solid ice on his back. It's the very least he can endure after everything that Shouto put into it. He's the first person who wasn't an exorcist to ever stand up against a level 4, you know? The first to win, and the last time Allen had fought one it had been with Kanda, whose power was also on par with that of a general's. You fought hard, harder than any other non-exorcist has in a fight like this, so he doesn't mind. Although... at first he is a little unsure about where to... go... but decides that Viktor's lab would be best, and lets Timcanpy start to guide them there.
He was expecting them both to feel warmer soon, both from getting away from the frozen tundra they'd left in their wake and from just balancing out, but he's a little surprised when he begins to feel actually comfortable and no longer painfully chilled. ]
? [ Was that because of him? Was he awake? Waking up? ] Todoroki?
[ A pause, trying to crane his head to see, but he doesn't hear a response. It makes him wonder, his eyes were open before, but... He's been so still, and his breathing so even if shallow, that it really feels like he's unconscious. It would make sense, too; passing out from something like that and needing to rest.
He's quiet for another minute, shifting the boy on his back a little to rest a bit more comfortably while he continues to put one foot in front of the other. ]
Ne, Kizu... [ It's quiet, thoughtful. He knows you can hear him. It's okay if you don't respond, and he isn't expecting it at all, but... ]
I'm sorry about before. [ Softly said, keeping his eyes ahead and chin up. ] I think... I can understand how you feel, though. You're like Tim. You just want to protect him, right? [ She'd snarled at him in the catacombs before, too. When he'd moved to try and offer a comforting hand when the void had finally released Shouto, and he wonders if that was because in that fragile-seeming state she'd wanted to protect him from Allen even then.
He smiles faintly, though his eyes are hooded in a heavy sort of contemplation, wondering again about something. "She's me." ]
Especially when people who have been hurt by others... I think it's easy to want to avoid getting further hurt like that. It's natural, even when all you really want might be to be around those people, too. Or anyone. [ Any scrap that could be considered kindness. ]
It becomes natural just to avoid pain then, even if it can be so very lonely.
[ It's simply spoken; absolutely from the heart... and like it's absolutely personal, too. ]
It'll be okay though. I'm glad you worry about him because he needs it. But he's going to be alright, too. With making his own decisions. [ Because he's a strong person. ] And I'm going to keep making my own as well.
[ It's firm. Determined, if very gently so. This isn't him conceding anything. ]
That's how people get stronger. How they get better. Even if they get hurt along the way... our wounds will heal. Even if there's a scar, they heal. [ He breathes out, finding something steady deep inside himself. Centering himself on making that promise. ]
So please don't be afraid when I'll help worry for him too. [ I'll protect him too like he protected me.
presuming something! lmk if that works
He was expecting them both to feel warmer soon, both from getting away from the frozen tundra they'd left in their wake and from just balancing out, but he's a little surprised when he begins to feel actually comfortable and no longer painfully chilled. ]
? [ Was that because of him? Was he awake? Waking up? ] Todoroki?
[ A pause, trying to crane his head to see, but he doesn't hear a response. It makes him wonder, his eyes were open before, but... He's been so still, and his breathing so even if shallow, that it really feels like he's unconscious. It would make sense, too; passing out from something like that and needing to rest.
He's quiet for another minute, shifting the boy on his back a little to rest a bit more comfortably while he continues to put one foot in front of the other. ]
Ne, Kizu... [ It's quiet, thoughtful. He knows you can hear him. It's okay if you don't respond, and he isn't expecting it at all, but... ]
I'm sorry about before. [ Softly said, keeping his eyes ahead and chin up. ] I think... I can understand how you feel, though. You're like Tim. You just want to protect him, right? [ She'd snarled at him in the catacombs before, too. When he'd moved to try and offer a comforting hand when the void had finally released Shouto, and he wonders if that was because in that fragile-seeming state she'd wanted to protect him from Allen even then.
He smiles faintly, though his eyes are hooded in a heavy sort of contemplation, wondering again about something. "She's me." ]
Especially when people who have been hurt by others... I think it's easy to want to avoid getting further hurt like that. It's natural, even when all you really want might be to be around those people, too. Or anyone. [ Any scrap that could be considered kindness. ]
It becomes natural just to avoid pain then, even if it can be so very lonely.
[ It's simply spoken; absolutely from the heart... and like it's absolutely personal, too. ]
It'll be okay though. I'm glad you worry about him because he needs it. But he's going to be alright, too. With making his own decisions. [ Because he's a strong person. ] And I'm going to keep making my own as well.
[ It's firm. Determined, if very gently so. This isn't him conceding anything. ]
That's how people get stronger. How they get better. Even if they get hurt along the way... our wounds will heal. Even if there's a scar, they heal. [ He breathes out, finding something steady deep inside himself. Centering himself on making that promise. ]
So please don't be afraid when I'll help worry for him too. [ I'll protect him too like he protected me.
Okay? ]