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[onlypiousfor]

[Smack in the centre of the neutral area between the North and South wings, there is a Lenalee sitting curled up against the wall, face buried against her knees. She is dressed in the third Exorcist's uniform and her hair is well past her shoulders, which may strike some canon denizens as being at odds with the black rings on her legs. Visual

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[salutmelodie]

[Immediately running over to her] Lenalee?!

[onlypiousfor]

[Can you see that shudder that ripples over her as you approach, Allen? She's pulling her bloodstained hands from her hair in an instant and pulling herself-- almost clawing herself-- to her feet, a look of sheer delirium on her face.] Allen! ♪

[salutmelodie]

Lena-- [He crouches down in front of her, but that look. It's not normal. Not to mention that lilt. It's not Lenalee, it can't be.

But:] What happened?

[onlypiousfor]

[She instantly falls forward, slinging her arms over his shoulders and pressing her forehead to his. AllenAllenAllen.] I've been looking for you. Why do you look different?

[salutmelodie]

Things changed, Lenalee. What happened to you?

[onlypiousfor]

...things changed.

[salutmelodie]

Let's get you cleaned up.

[onlypiousfor]

[Her arms tighten just slightly around him, fingers pressing to his spine between the shoulder blades-- Allen may notice that it stings a bit.] Don't worry about me, I'm fine.

[salutmelodie]

[It does and Allen grits his teeth. This feels all too familiar. But, denial is always the best.] Your hands are covered in blood, Lenalee. The least I can do is help you wash them off.

[onlypiousfor]

[Shrinks back a little at that. Blood on her hands. That's how it's been for months, and it's frightening hearing him say that-- even if he means her own blood and logically knows nothing about the Crow she murdered. And she doesn't feel guilty about it, either, so much as shamed by what he would think if he knew.]

It's only mine. It's nothing.

[salutmelodie]

It won't stop me from worrying, you know that.

[onlypiousfor]

[It takes a lot out of her to keep back the bitter laugh that comes to her tongue. He's worried about her? After everything she's gone through to find him? She can't quite tell if she feels derisive or moved. Tears start up again either way.] That doesn't matter. Dried blood can wash away. I just...

[And she pauses, trailing her hands a little further down his back. A strange, almost nostalgic look passes, very briefly, over her face.] You need to do something with me first.

[salutmelodie]

[Allen pulls back abruptly as a strange feeling comes over him. Crown Clown was beginning to react, and Allen didn't like that feeling at all. He looks at her]

...Do what?

[onlypiousfor]

[No, no, don't back away, Allen. Allen. Please. Don't try and run again. Lenalee pulls at his clothes pitifully, like a young child trying to get the attention of their mother.] Please. Don't be afraid.

[Ever so gently, she traces his spine, then his shoulders, and finally rests both palms on either side of his face, fingers sifting through his hair.] We're going to become one.

[salutmelodie]

Lenalee. [He reaches up and grabs her hands, pulling it away from his face. Frowns] I'm not going to become one with you. I'm sorry, but I can't.

[onlypiousfor]

[Not to be dissuaded, she laces their fingers together.] But... we have to.