[ Allen is very well versed in grief. Fluent, even. Also in trauma, guilt, regret...
Love that's indiscernible from pain.
He turns and smiles at Gil at that, though. Brightly—but a little strained, too. ]
We'd have to go up there to fight him anyway, right? [ He's a close quarters combatant after all. And he knows talking probably won't work, it's an instinct about how he feels this place works, but... ]
We've come too far not to try everything. [ And he turns to glance at Makoto out of the corner of his eye. A lopsided and bittersweet sort of smile that's a bit too old for him. Did she want to or should he...?
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Love that's indiscernible from pain.
He turns and smiles at Gil at that, though. Brightly—but a little strained, too. ]
We'd have to go up there to fight him anyway, right? [ He's a close quarters combatant after all. And he knows talking probably won't work, it's an instinct about how he feels this place works, but... ]
We've come too far not to try everything. [ And he turns to glance at Makoto out of the corner of his eye. A lopsided and bittersweet sort of smile that's a bit too old for him. Did she want to or should he...?
(He gives a slight nod.)
But he'll back her up regardless. ]