[ Feeling his armored hand gently brush against her cheek, she doesn't startle or move away, but instead lifts her gaze upward to him.
(How strange that she had grown accustomed to the touch of that gauntleted hand to her cheek. How it was somehow... calming.)
"Don't stop, keep walking."
"Don't stop, keep walking."
It was something so simple, yet it stuck. Keep walking forward, keep striving toward something... It really seemed so simple, instinctual, but also so profound, enormous and overwhelming. She wasn't sure which way to go, what direction was forward. She had been muddling through since arriving in Enprise, not realize quite how lost she was until the world began to show her its true colors.
Watching his hand as he brushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, only to feel it rest gently upon her own. Following his gaze downward, she cants her head gently, watching him intently, noting the subtle change in his expression.
Someone like him. Someone who exists only as a weapon..?
"An Exorcist with a parasitic-type weapon becomes that. Two become one and they cease to be human."
Oh Gods, that was... Was that how he saw himself? How others from his world saw him? Allen Walker, the man whose smile was so wonderful and so tragic, a person who she had given her life to protect, and would happily do so again. Was that...
Was that truly how you saw yourself? It hurt. It was too painful to even consider. Someone who could bring people such joy, who could smile and laugh as he did, someone so caring and kind... He had given her strength in times when she felt so small. So why...
"Right now you're not the usual strong Lux I know."
His world was cruel. Too cruel. He had a family, friends, and yet he still said that of himself. Others said that of him.
"Who feels everything so strongly and so brightly it's almost blinding to look at."
She wanted to cry. She said she wanted to know the world he came from, envied him. Wanted what he had. But if this was his existence, the only one that he had known... then she...
"If someone like that disappeared in order to save someone like me—"
Moving her hands away, she grimaced deeply, her body hurting as she forced herself up into a sitting position. It hurt to move like this; it hurt terribly, but...
If that was how he saw himself, how the world he knew and loved saw him...
"...I couldn't bear it."
...I can't bear it!
Throwing both arms around him in an embrace, her arms lacing under his and hands rested on his back. It was something of an awkward embrace, as if the concept of holding someone like this were completely new to her. It was a bloom of uncertainty, but at the same time, even if just a little bit, her color had returned, enveloping then both in that subtle warmth that was still new to her.
She was silent, wrapped up in the moment, in his words, the sadness and resignation of them, and in some ways how similar they were to her own. No. Something like that wasn't meant for you. You were real, and you were here, and your feelings, while quickly pushed behind that Pierrot's mask you wore, were important.
Your humanity was important. A man whose purpose was the most noble of all, there was no possibility in her mind that he could be nothing but human. Perhaps the most human of the both of them. ]
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(How strange that she had grown accustomed to the touch of that gauntleted hand to her cheek. How it was somehow... calming.)
"Don't stop, keep walking."
"Don't stop, keep walking."
It was something so simple, yet it stuck. Keep walking forward, keep striving toward something... It really seemed so simple, instinctual, but also so profound, enormous and overwhelming. She wasn't sure which way to go, what direction was forward. She had been muddling through since arriving in Enprise, not realize quite how lost she was until the world began to show her its true colors.
Watching his hand as he brushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, only to feel it rest gently upon her own. Following his gaze downward, she cants her head gently, watching him intently, noting the subtle change in his expression.
Someone like him. Someone who exists only as a weapon..?
"An Exorcist with a parasitic-type weapon becomes that. Two become one and they cease to be human."
Oh Gods, that was... Was that how he saw himself? How others from his world saw him? Allen Walker, the man whose smile was so wonderful and so tragic, a person who she had given her life to protect, and would happily do so again. Was that...
Was that truly how you saw yourself? It hurt. It was too painful to even consider. Someone who could bring people such joy, who could smile and laugh as he did, someone so caring and kind... He had given her strength in times when she felt so small. So why...
"Right now you're not the usual strong Lux I know."
His world was cruel. Too cruel. He had a family, friends, and yet he still said that of himself. Others said that of him.
"Who feels everything so strongly and so brightly it's almost blinding to look at."
She wanted to cry. She said she wanted to know the world he came from, envied him. Wanted what he had. But if this was his existence, the only one that he had known... then she...
"If someone like that disappeared in order to save someone like me—"
Moving her hands away, she grimaced deeply, her body hurting as she forced herself up into a sitting position. It hurt to move like this; it hurt terribly, but...
If that was how he saw himself, how the world he knew and loved saw him...
"...I couldn't bear it."
...I can't bear it!
Throwing both arms around him in an embrace, her arms lacing under his and hands rested on his back. It was something of an awkward embrace, as if the concept of holding someone like this were completely new to her. It was a bloom of uncertainty, but at the same time, even if just a little bit, her color had returned, enveloping then both in that subtle warmth that was still new to her.
She was silent, wrapped up in the moment, in his words, the sadness and resignation of them, and in some ways how similar they were to her own. No. Something like that wasn't meant for you. You were real, and you were here, and your feelings, while quickly pushed behind that Pierrot's mask you wore, were important.
Your humanity was important. A man whose purpose was the most noble of all, there was no possibility in her mind that he could be nothing but human. Perhaps the most human of the both of them. ]