(Kanda watches Allen as he figures out whatever he needs to in that head of his. Locked with so many secrets already. It was like his own, and Kanda hated that. Both of them reborn in some way to this life carrying the baggage from a previous life - unable to escape the burden of not truly being who they were and harboring something or someone, unknown to them.
He wondered if Allen saw things too, the way Kanda did. Were there a trail of planted memories that surfaced around Allen's feet as they did for Kanda in the form of those beautiful flowers? Allen's music was a part of that mystery shadow clinging to his heels.
The words were sharp, the inquiry heavy, and Kanda could feel himself react to the accusation.)
You think it would save your soul if I did?
(There's the question of the century. Allen's preference was to save the akuma, his love for them was equal to his love for humans. Kanda had no love for either.
At least he still hung onto that narrative, it was the only thing that kept him going. An impossible life with impossible perspectives, it was all Kanda could have. Allen may or may not ever understand that. It didn't matter. However, Kanda did owe him.)
No, I'll choose wreck with π
He wondered if Allen saw things too, the way Kanda did. Were there a trail of planted memories that surfaced around Allen's feet as they did for Kanda in the form of those beautiful flowers? Allen's music was a part of that mystery shadow clinging to his heels.
The words were sharp, the inquiry heavy, and Kanda could feel himself react to the accusation.)
You think it would save your soul if I did?
(There's the question of the century. Allen's preference was to save the akuma, his love for them was equal to his love for humans. Kanda had no love for either.
At least he still hung onto that narrative, it was the only thing that kept him going. An impossible life with impossible perspectives, it was all Kanda could have. Allen may or may not ever understand that. It didn't matter. However, Kanda did owe him.)