[ The arm is taken, and Henry starts leaning on Allelujah as soon as it's appropriate to do so. The moment their mana exchange starts, he freezes - if only because it's a signature that implies something very familiar.
Henry's own mana is similar, yet different - not two distinct ones like Allelujah and his alter ego, but rather one single signature swirling with two distinct perceptions. Red marbled with green, hope mixed with hate, anger barely restrained by control - opposites stitched together by their existence alone. Right now, it is green that dominates over red, but they are perceptible as two things in one. ]
You...
[ He pauses, unsure of how to phrase what he wants to say. ]
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Henry's own mana is similar, yet different - not two distinct ones like Allelujah and his alter ego, but rather one single signature swirling with two distinct perceptions. Red marbled with green, hope mixed with hate, anger barely restrained by control - opposites stitched together by their existence alone. Right now, it is green that dominates over red, but they are perceptible as two things in one. ]
You...
[ He pauses, unsure of how to phrase what he wants to say. ]
... you are like me, aren't you?