[ She may as well have just struck him over the head.
Not just with her request. That's surprising alone—but remarking so on the human heart.
His eyes snap wide open at that. In recognition, just because, those words... he's said almost the exact same himself. To Tyki Mikk, who would discount the strength it had. And the thing Allen would hammer about the importance of over and over again, both about Exorcists and why it was their one true strength, the one real source of any power they would have, and why every single person mattered. Why every single soul that may have been once human mattered.
The human heart. Whether it became corrupted or not, it always had that potential in it. It could always find redemption because of it and rise to be more than itself.
Her power also came from her heart then? Like an Exorcist's? It's a bit of a marvel, but honestly not as much as hearing his own words parroted unwittingly back to him. ]
What? [ He almost missed it, her request, and blinks again for a moment, pale eyes fixing back on her green ones. ]
Ah... [ His scar. She wanted to touch his scar. Not in a gawking manner or morbid curiosity, but she was requesting so gently and in a kind sort of way. And even if he's not sure entirely what sort of way she's looking at him—it's fond. Kind. And almost a little sad.
It's disarming, and he is momentarily frozen. But also answers before he can even think that through, normally and like it's an obvious sort of thing, even if she hadn't just managed to momentarily disconnect his brain. ]
Sure...? [ A beat. ] Ah, it's a scar, though—
[ He says, as if it's something he feels like he should apologize for. ]
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Not just with her request. That's surprising alone—but remarking so on the human heart.
His eyes snap wide open at that. In recognition, just because, those words... he's said almost the exact same himself. To Tyki Mikk, who would discount the strength it had. And the thing Allen would hammer about the importance of over and over again, both about Exorcists and why it was their one true strength, the one real source of any power they would have, and why every single person mattered. Why every single soul that may have been once human mattered.
The human heart. Whether it became corrupted or not, it always had that potential in it. It could always find redemption because of it and rise to be more than itself.
Her power also came from her heart then? Like an Exorcist's? It's a bit of a marvel, but honestly not as much as hearing his own words parroted unwittingly back to him. ]
What? [ He almost missed it, her request, and blinks again for a moment, pale eyes fixing back on her green ones. ]
Ah... [ His scar. She wanted to touch his scar. Not in a gawking manner or morbid curiosity, but she was requesting so gently and in a kind sort of way. And even if he's not sure entirely what sort of way she's looking at him—it's fond. Kind. And almost a little sad.
It's disarming, and he is momentarily frozen. But also answers before he can even think that through, normally and like it's an obvious sort of thing, even if she hadn't just managed to momentarily disconnect his brain. ]
Sure...? [ A beat. ] Ah, it's a scar, though—
[ He says, as if it's something he feels like he should apologize for. ]