He did! If only briefly before the whole Suman debacle ended in the rest of the team setting sail without him. Allen will forever remember Anita as the woman who believed, despite all evidence pointing to the contrary, that his Master still lived, just because Allen did as well.

"I'm sure they'll do their very best. Besides, you know Chaoji will fight too." He lowers his voice slightly, almost conspiratorially, a bit of normalcy amidst all the unpleasantness. "It's either that or face Miss Mahoja's wrath."

When Lavi rises, Allen follows his example and takes a seat opposite him. The rations lie between them, all but forgotten. Tim flutters down to land atop one of the tins, doing what little he can to help by standing guard over them, while his mulls over Lavi's question. Trying to arrange his answers in an order that will make them easier to swallow, tailoring some of them, all with marginal success.

"...The Order isn't what we think it is; what they let us think it is. They've been hiding things for us. Have you heard of the Apocryphos?"