What happens next makes the words die in his throat. There's a second in which Allen just stares, uncomprehending, the few flecks of splattered blood on his face bringing a sense of deja vu he can't quite place at the moment, just a vague memory of moonlight and the earthy smell of a forest.
Then he stutters into motion, left hand grabbing Mugen's blade to keep it from going further even though it's already too late, always too late.
"Kanda--" His voice cracks slightly on the second syllable when he takes in the other Exorcist's state. "What are you doing!?"
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What happens next makes the words die in his throat. There's a second in which Allen just stares, uncomprehending, the few flecks of splattered blood on his face bringing a sense of deja vu he can't quite place at the moment, just a vague memory of moonlight and the earthy smell of a forest.
Then he stutters into motion, left hand grabbing Mugen's blade to keep it from going further even though it's already too late, always too late.
"Kanda--" His voice cracks slightly on the second syllable when he takes in the other Exorcist's state. "What are you doing!?"