[...To his credit he doesn't choke on his tea or squirm, which some people might at since, well—it's an intimate sort of thing to listen to, even, without being intimate, either. Because well, yes, it is a touch embarrassing even to someone like him to just say so normally (and so Allen's just a little quiet for a second, teacup to lips), but then at the same time...
He knows. It's a different thing; an important and different thing of its own to say it like that. Maybe because he's an angel. But even without getting into anyone's ideas of religion or if they're the same or not (and honestly that doesn't matter to Allen at all), that makes sense to him. ...And being a complete hypocrite sometimes or not, it gives him just a little pause for something else, too. Almost like deja vu except not quite.
...it's hard not to be reminded of akuma, actually. To love and destroy through that love and wanting to save. Sadness and joy and longing.
(The battlefield—when would he return to it and them?)
1/2 sometimes his thoughts get away from me and need untangling, I'm sorry sob
He knows. It's a different thing; an important and different thing of its own to say it like that. Maybe because he's an angel. But even without getting into anyone's ideas of religion or if they're the same or not (and honestly that doesn't matter to Allen at all), that makes sense to him. ...And being a complete hypocrite sometimes or not, it gives him just a little pause for something else, too. Almost like deja vu except not quite.
...it's hard not to be reminded of akuma, actually. To love and destroy through that love and wanting to save. Sadness and joy and longing.
(The battlefield—when would he return to it and them?)
It's sobering.]