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[no_afterword]

Day: 88
Characters: Allen Walker (penetratingevil) and Chase (no_afterword)
Summary: Therapy for Allen! Such a nice, pleasant chat it'll be, too ...
When: Evening, after dinner lock-up
Where: Therapy room
Status: Closed, Incomplete.

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[penetratingevil]

He didn't know what to expect as he was lead down the hall. That was a dirty lie. Allen was no stranger to being considered a danger to everything around him. Whatever the Fourteenth thought on the matter was blissfully not spoken aloud as the boy walked at a measured pace to study his surroundings. Is the man he'd spoken to before's tone and voice were any indicator, he had to be on guard and prepare for possible questioning

[no_afterword]

Chase was idly writing in the margins of the paper on his clipboard (Chinese, of course, and nothing very interesting, in the extremely rare off-chance that Dr. Elliot could actually read it) when Allen came in. He glanced up and then back down, seeing nothing out of the ordinary - just a small teenager with a bad arm and a wary expression. Not much of a challenge, he imagined, but nonetheless reminded himself not to be too abrasive or condescending right off the bat. Size was hardly an indicator of strength.

"You make it sound like I called you here to reprimand you." Chase set down the clipboard and gave Allen a half-smile, indicating the chair across from him. "Sit down. This shouldn't take particularly long if you're agreeable, but it'll be too long for standing to be comfortable."

[penetratingevil]

Allen hadn't thought he had sounded timid. Still, he let it slide with a polite smile of his own and took a seat. Being agreeable for now was a recourse he'd take. It could change depending on what the man said. That aside he hadn't lived this long as he had without a strong supply of paranoia. Running from debt collectors for fear of his skin being ripped off, being sold to pay for things, etc had prepared Allen for the life of an Exorcist.

It probably would save his hide here too. "What about my diagnosis did you want to talk about?" He wasn't being rude, merely polite cautious behavior. Cross Marian had been alright here for the most part. Tyki hadn't and neither had Lavi. He knew his master didn't show things outwardly. Cross had lived far longer than he had with more of that paranoia than Allen could hope to collect in his lifeIt bothered him Lavi and Tyki were showing such heavy signs of wear. He wanted to help them somehow, even if it meant later on he could get his head chopped off by Link for aiding the enemy. Somethings

[no_afterword]

Chase's smile barely moved as Allen sat down. So far the boy didn't seem ready to attack, or even particularly contrary, but he was sure that would change in relatively short order. Past experience had proven that they usually did when faced with the idea that they were insane. From friendly and cheerful and even outgoing straight into violent and denying everything ... time would tell, he supposed.

"Much of it. Just to see how you're doing ... how things have changed." A fraction of teeth showed for a moment in the grin. "If anything has changed." He flipped a few of the papers up to glance at the dossier underneath. "It's been stated that you tend to speak with yourself on occasion, as if holding a conversation, and yet you're definitely one person." Chase raised an eyebrow and looked back up at Allen, noting the tattoo, the scars, the way the arm looked so strange. "We have some details, but what exactly is it that makes you do this? In your own words."