[ She was always rewarded for her tenacity, for her stubbornness. For sticking to her guns and not letting up.
But this was not the prize that she wanted. This was not it at all.
Her hand quickly moved from his shoulder, fingers curling inward, like it hurt to touch. He did this to himself... to defeat an akuma. This gash across his body, a wound that would (should) kill any other man...
He... he nearly killed himself to...
She looked up at him, his words sounding so matter-of-fact, and that smile on his face...
(She felt ill.)
The color nearly drained from her face, and as she lowered her gaze again to his shoulder, an icy chill running through her. This was what he meant. When he said he was just a weapon...
No. No no no. That smile, that matter-of-fact tone, that he could be so nonchalant about this. Stop it. Just. Stop it. Don't think of yourself that way. She didn't want that! ]
I won't let something like that happen again.
[ Her voice was soft but resolute. Emboldened by his complete disregard for himself, for how terrible he sounded, and by how much she hated that smile. It was different from the tragic, clown-like smirk he gave her from time to time, the one that made her heart sink and her chest hurt.
This smile. It made her angry.
Not at him. But at what he had to go through. What he was made to believe about himself. ]
Not while we're here. I won't let something like that happen again.
[ Looking up again, she would meet that smile that she hated so much with conviction. Determination. ]
I promise.
[ And she would move heaven and earth to make sure that she kept her word. Watch her, Allen. ]
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But this was not the prize that she wanted. This was not it at all.
Her hand quickly moved from his shoulder, fingers curling inward, like it hurt to touch. He did this to himself... to defeat an akuma. This gash across his body, a wound that would (should) kill any other man...
He... he nearly killed himself to...
She looked up at him, his words sounding so matter-of-fact, and that smile on his face...
(She felt ill.)
The color nearly drained from her face, and as she lowered her gaze again to his shoulder, an icy chill running through her. This was what he meant. When he said he was just a weapon...
No. No no no. That smile, that matter-of-fact tone, that he could be so nonchalant about this. Stop it. Just. Stop it. Don't think of yourself that way. She didn't want that! ]
I won't let something like that happen again.
[ Her voice was soft but resolute. Emboldened by his complete disregard for himself, for how terrible he sounded, and by how much she hated that smile. It was different from the tragic, clown-like smirk he gave her from time to time, the one that made her heart sink and her chest hurt.
This smile. It made her angry.
Not at him. But at what he had to go through. What he was made to believe about himself. ]
Not while we're here. I won't let something like that happen again.
[ Looking up again, she would meet that smile that she hated so much with conviction. Determination. ]
I promise.
[ And she would move heaven and earth to make sure that she kept her word. Watch her, Allen. ]