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[Is that blood? Why yes, yes it is. A lot of it

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o7 will do~! <3

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[He blinks - eyes taking a little bit longer than they should to open - and he looks up at her. For a moment, it's like he doesn't recognize who he's looking at. It doesn't take long before recognition flickers across his features, and Allen staggers backward slightly, wings unfolding in a bloody mess around him.]

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[He stares at her hands.]

He killed them all.

[Unlike the haunted look in his eyes, his voice is calm rather than scared. It's tired, almost. And a tone that is indicative of someone who's lost too much blood. Allen presses his back to the wall and shakes his head.]

... it's too late for them.

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[He nods, letting her come closer and looking down at the floor.]

He won't Fall now.

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[He stares at her hands, as if trying to figure out what they are, but he doesn't flinch away.]

... No. He didn't have to die.

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[He makes a rather miserable sort of sound, mostly at the pang of... something... churning in his gut.]

I could have saved him.

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[Well, if this had happened before he met that Kanda, it would be easier to let it go. But, seeing as he's (not admittedly) become attached to him... he can't help it.]

... I could have.

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[Jerks himself out of her grasp and glares. Though, it doesn't last long. He can't stand on his own too well. Swaying in his spot.]

He won't Fall now.

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[He lets her drag him, but he's not happy about it. Glaring some more, definitely.

Treatment mostly consists of stitches here and there, and bandages, and lots and lots of pain killers. Lots and lots of them. At least they'll calm him down a whole lot?]