Small pieces of rocks fell from the weakened walls onto the pile of rubble. Suddenly, the stones shifted as a young white-haired boy emerged from the ruins, groaning in pain. "What the hell was that...?"

Without him ordering so, his Anti-Akuma weapon moved to block the attack.

Before he could indulge in deep thinking about his Innocence, he recognised the sound of sizzling and the scent of something burning. He shrieked when he realised it was his left arm. It was damaged from the hit, but strangely enough he felt no pain. But he will. He will definitely feel agony under Komui's tort- I mean treatment.

He heard another familiar sound, which made him shift with unease. "What's this sound?" His only clue was the ground disappearing from under him. The floor crumbled under his and the rocks' weight. "NOOOO!" he screamed as gravity claimed him as its own. His heart almost leapt out of his chest, when his Innocence pinkie got caught in a candelabrum.

Somehow he ended up in an enormous underground corridor, supported by strong pillars decorated with small mosaic, that matched with the tiled floor.

When it let out a pitiful cry, Allen knew he'd fall another round. He grunted in pain, but in a way he was thankful that his fall was slowed, if it wasn't he might have died.

This was no good. Now that the Akuma believed he succeeded in killing Allen, he'd go after Kanda and the doll. It wasn't that he didn't trust Kanda, but this Akuma had special abilities, he might show up with Allen's appearance.

An evolved Akuma. Shit, just what he needed. It was really tenacious. But he's nor backing down, he's going to destroy that Akuma. If he didn't more people would die, resulting the creation of even more of them and the Earl would get stronger than he already is. He was also worried about the soul. If he destroyed the machine, then it would be free, but like all energy sources, souls had a limit too. If they were fuelled by the negative emotions of the soul, then the more they evolved, the faster their souls would get used up. He didn't want to imagine what would happen if an Akuma "ran out of fuel". He had to destroy that Level 2 here and now.

As he looked around, he gasped realising that he fell into some underground tunnel-system. Great, just great. He was so going to get lost.

XXX

Without doubt, he was lost. He wanted to bang his head in the wall. Damn, this place is was like a damn labyrinth, there's a good chance that he'd continue crawling for hours.

He perked up, holding his breath back. Faintly, he could hear a sound. It was a voice and it belonged to a male. And there was another one.

Revitalised by the discovery that he was close to the exit, he took up pace. He was surprised to see his reversed self, but it didn't notice him. This was the perfect chance to finish him. He activated his Innocence, ready to finish his opponent with a sneak attack.

That's when the warning bells went off in his head.

Wait. If this was an Akuma then his eye should have activated. But then what was it?

"Return of the Apocalypse." Shit, he can't let Kanda attack until it's confirmed it's an Akuma. "First Illusion, Underworld Insects!" Seeing his replica tear up, Allen extended his arm to block the creatures. The one he protected fainted from the stress. "Master Walker..." Wait, that voice. Allen crawled out of the hole, worriedly eyeing the collapsed individual.

"Beansprout!" his partner's voice thundered furiously. "What do you think you're doing? Why are protecting the Akuma?"

"Kanda, I have an eye, that can tell people apart from Akuma." He replied. "This person is not an Akuma!"

"Master Walker..." the doppelganger repeated, drawing Allen's attention. The Brit gasped seeing the "face" cracked. "A gap in his face?" With a confident yank, he tore up what turned out to be a disguise, to reveal the unconscious Finder. "Toma?!"

"What?"

But if Allen held the real Toma, then- "Kanda, that Toma behind you is the Akuma!"

Kanda whipped back, but he was a second too late. He ended up being blown away from the force of the hit, dropping Mugen in surprise.

Allen instantly rushed after them, gasping in horror as he witnessed the Akuma slicing Kanda from his right shoulder down to his left hip with the claw he stole from Allen. The Brit felt the blood flood his brain when the Level 2 laughed at the black-haired Exorcist's state. "You bastard!" he cried as he tore the Akuma in half, knocking him in through the wall. He didn't bother checking whether he succeeded in killing it, he doubted it though. Without sparing it a glance, he rushed to Kanda's side and grabbed him by the shoulders to keep him from falling. "Kanda!" Damn, even if the guy was an asshole, he still didn't want him to die.

He laid the Japanese down and wrapped his destroyed shirt around the deep wound. This should buy them some time. He quickly threw Kanda's arm over his shoulder, so the he wouldn't accidentally touch his wound, then got back to the unconscious Finder. He hauled Toma above his shoulder and grabbed Mugen. With pained groans he started dragging the two, aware that he was leaving blood marks behind.

"Master Walker, please leave me here." Toma requested. "You're badly injured too."

Leave this guy behind, choose the easy way out? This wasn't the reason why he became an Exorcist. "I will do no such thing." He replied as he patted Toma's back.

Damn, he had no idea where he was, on top of that he had to take care of his own injuries too.

Just like a beacon in eternal darkness, a soft voice penetrated through the air. A song, Allen realised.

The city of Martel was called "the land forsaken by God". Living in despair, the people started to create dolls in order to forget about their situation. Joyous dolls that danced and sang. Even after the fall of the city, there was a single doll, who continued to move.

Allen could hear it, the terribly beautiful melody, an artificial flower's lullaby.

The song ended, but Allen was already close enough to make out two voices, an old man's and a little girl's. As he approached the shushed voices grew clearer. Finally after so long he got a close look at the pair. One of them was a young girl with long, blond, wavy hair and had some strange metal cap attached to from the top to the backside of her skull, also her left eye was covered. The other was an old man with a face that looked like it had scales, then had it burned. It was similar to his left arm.

"Yes, Guzol." The girl said as she moved to embrace the other person. "Lala is Guzol's doll. What shall I sing next?"

A tear left Guzol's eye, followed by many others. "I'm an ugly, ugly human."

Oh... So the young girl was the doll.

Finally the pair noticed Allen, who stopped in his tracks. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop." He apologized, trying to show that he wasn't danger, then his eyes shifted to the girl. "You are the doll, aren't you?"

He had a bad feeling when her eyes darkened at that. Her hand shot out, her fingers easily penetrating a marble pillar and effortlessly raised it above her head. Ok, now he got it. She threw the pillar at him with deadly accuracy. If he hadn't dodged, they'd all be squashed to death by its weight.

"Wait a minute! Calm down and let's ta-Wah!" he shouted as he dodged, yet another one. He quickly laid down the two males he carried and removed his left glove, his Innocence glowing in reply to the immediate threat. Another pillar was launched, but this time he caught it with his claws.

The girl was startled and he used that to throw the pillar back. She quickly raised her arms to protect herself and bit her lower lip, waiting for the undoubtly collision, that never came. Her eyes snapped wide open when the pillars behind her crumbled loudly. The spun rod came back and she dropped to the ground, awaiting for her end. "There's nothing left for you to throw." Allen asked, smiling at her reassuringly. "Please tell me what's going on. I don't want to fight a cute girl."

She was stunned by his request, she didn't expect to hear such words. She bowed her head, as she raised her hands over her artificial heart. "Guzol is going to die soon!" her voice was just as desperate as her azure blue eye. "Until then, please don't separate me from him! I'll give you my heart!" Her bold promises shocked Allen, he didn't expect this.

He was on a mission, he had to protect the Innocence. But...

An old man... and a doll who moved for the past 500 years... these two, who loved each other so much. It was as if the two of them were against the world...

Well, he did feel quite exhausted a little breather wouldn't hurt. Besides there were nothing to kill except them.

He nodded in approval, making the doll sigh in relief. Immediately, she sought out her companion and searched for a suitable seat. He laid Kanda on the stone stage in the centre of the hall. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the wound wasn't that deep, just long. There wasn't much else he could do for him, so Allen took off his coat and folded it to cushion Kanda's head. His own injury stopped bleeding already, so he didn't bother bandaging himself. Soon, Toma woke up too. He was surprised to see him with the doll, but didn't comment, probably out of respect, since Allen was practically his superior.

Once the wounded were taken care of, Allen settled down, ready to hear Lala. "A long time ago" she started, her eyes gazing into nothingness "a human child was calling in Mater. The villagers persecuted that child."

His parents persecuted that child. The world persecuted that child.

The lake of repressed memories were fret. His usually demanding stomach churned uncomfortably at the similarity of their situations.

"He was abandoned in this city, where ghosts were rumoured to live."

He was abandoned in this world all alone...

No... he had always been alone from the start.

Upon discovering the crying child, the creature jumped out of the ruins excitedly, chanting the words 'a human'. The boy flinched when the unkept doll appeared in front of him, her hair was a tangled mess and she was broken many places.

He was broken, but the also broken clown attempted to put his pieces together.

"Boy." The nameless doll asked. "How about a song?"

It had been 500 years since the citizens of Martel left. It wasn't the first time a human got lost in the city. This was the 6th child. When she asked the 5 children before "how about a song?" they all attacked her all of sudden.

He just wanted to be held, but he was slapped instead.

They shouted "monster" as they knocked her down.

They shouted "monster" as they chased him and almost killed him.

Even though she only asked them "how about a song".

Even though he only wanted to be loved.

So this child in front of her... doesn't accept her offer... Then she will kill him. Like the others before.

She was a doll made by humans. To move for the humans was the reason she existed. Let me sing!

He was a human who existed, who exited- ...for what reason did he exist?

"A song?" the small boy croaked as fresh tears slid down on his scarred cheeks. "Will you sing for me? No one has ever done something like that for me. I'm called Guzol. Sing, Ms. Ghost."

And for the first time in 500 years, she could sing again.

And for the first time in his life he was considered human.

"It's been 80 years since then. Guzol has been with me ever since. Guzol... will stop moving soon. His heartbeat have been growing quieter and quieter. Once Guzol dies I don't care what happens to me. In all my 500 years the only one who accepted me as a doll was Guzol."

In his short and miserable life, the only one who accepted him was Mana.

"Let me live with him until the end!" she implored. "Please!"

...What should he do? He had to collect the Innocence before the Akuma came. For the sake of the humanity, he had to secure the Innocence no matter what. If the Innocence was lost, then they'd lose the means to fight. The less risky version would be to take the dolls heart as soon as possible. Also, Kanda was gravely injured, the longer he was denied professional care, the worse his condition would become. The more he stayed, the more likely it was to be found by that Akuma.

He had to choose.

Let the old man die on his own and risk Kanda's, one of the world's few Exorcist's life, also losing a piece of Innocence.

Don't take risks, take the dolls heart, leave the old man to die and get out.

It was clear which was the more reasonable.

The forsaken old man...

The crazy clown.

The broken doll...

The neglected child...

The world that abandoned them and condemned them to live their lives in solitude now demanded their separation. These two had nothing in the world until they found each other, and now that world expected them to give up their everything. To have one dead and let the other live the rest of his life in misery.

...What should he do...?

"No!" Allen jolted when Kanda suddenly sat up, his hazy onyx orbs baring into him. "Wait until the old man dies? We can't grant that wish. We came to protect the Innocence! Take that doll's heart now!" The order was harsh, just like the pants that left Kanda's mouth. The thought of separating the two made Allen's insides tremble with cold. Seeing Allen unmoving he snapped at him. "What did we come here for?!"

Kanda knew the reasonable choice, however-"I... I can't do it." He was weak... "Sorry, I just can't do it."

The older grit his teeth in rage and threw the white-head's coat in his face. "That coat isn't a pillow for the wounded, it's the uniform of an Exorcist!"

Allen gazed at his coat conflicted. He's been training for 4 years to become an official Exorcist. He gave up his everything to achieve that. He never even had a future to begin with, so it wasn't that much of a sacrifice.

But the light coat felt much heavier than he imagined. Deciding whether one should live or die... Was he really entitled to judge that? Did he have the right to tell who should die for the sake of humanity?

"There are sacrifices that must be made, rookie." Choose the smaller evil. Allen understood that this was needed, but it only felt like some cheap excuse. It felt like betraying the ones who put their trust into them. How could he allow that?

"Please don't." the doll begged, but Kanda just wordlessly raised the tip of his sword above her chest. Guzol encaged Lala in a protective embrace, but Allen couldn't say for sure that such thing would stop Kanda.

Because Kanda wasn't in the wrong. In order to protect something, you must sacrifice something else. "Then I'll be the one. " He stated, startling all those present. He stood in the way of Kanda's blade, his eyes boring into his partner's ones. "Will it be enough if I become the sacrifice for these two?" It angered him, this helplessness. The fact that he was faced to make such choices. He didn't become an Exorcist to watch people die then shrug it off as it was inevitable. He had to keep trying, it's not like he had anything to lose anyway. "They just want to be able to see their wish to the very end." Even if he couldn't, even if he was stolen from such future, he wished that these two could be happy. "Until then, I cannot remove the Innocence from this doll. If I destroy the Akuma, then there's no problem, is there?" They had to destroy it either way, they couldn't leave it as it was. So then why not let these two stay together until then? It was unnecessary to take her heart if they have to stay here anyway. "To always make sacrifices in order to win the war... it's futile."

His eye instinctively closed when a clenched fist collided with his cheek, making his lose balance and fall in the soft sand. Having moved too soon, Kanda too collapsed. "Master Kanda!" Toma called out to him, but was ignored in favour of Allen.

"How incredibly naive." He spat. "Selling yourself out to pitiful strangers. Isn't there anything important to you?!"

Important?

"There was something important..." he admitted softly "that I lost a long time ago. It's pitiful. I don't have a noble reason. I just don't want to see something like this happen. That's all. Because I'm a small man, my heart is moved by what's in front of my eyes, not what the world needs. I can't just abandon what's in front of me." He couldn't let such a heartbreaking thing happen, never again! "I want to protect everything I can!"

The sound of ripping clothes and flesh ended their dispute. Allen and Kanda watched in horror as the Brit's copied and transformed talon impaled the two. Lala could only call out Guzol's name before they were yanked behind. In a desperate attempt to save them, Allen reached after them, but it was too late. Sand swirled around them and soon, the Akuma appeared from it. "I got the Innocence!" it screamed in delight, presenting the two bodies it impaled. Guzol was stabbed in stomach, bleeding hard, but what grabbed his attention was Lala's lifeless eyes. The Akuma carelessly dropped the two to the ground. In a pitiful attempt Guzol reached his hand out to his inanimate companion. "La-Lala" he called out brokenly, feeling the life leave him.

Something inside Allen snapped. His fingers twitched as boiling hot anger spread through his veins. And then just as the heat came it went away, leaving scorching cold inside.

It happened again. Two people were ripped apart again. All because of this damned war. All because of the Earl and his Akuma. The man who exploited people's weaknesses and promised them something they can never achieve. A sociopath who lulled people into false fantasies then let it all crush down on them as they were killed by the one they called back. He not just killed but ruined his victims.

He used you and ruined you. Never forgive him.

The suppressed anger he felt towards that monster bursted out of him.

That's it. He'll kill that damn Level 2. He'll tear it to tiny pieces before letting it go. He'll definitely save that suffering soul caged within.

I'll destroy every single one of them!

That's right, show no mercy. Destroy it. Destroy them all.

His Innocence sensed his anger and hungrily gobbled down the energy Allen's rage was providing. It manifested itself to represent Allen's anger and destructive desires. It twisted and turned as it evolved, the green flame that normally stopped at the Accommodator's shoulder curled around his head, as if wanting to provide protection there too. The tendons like fingers intertwined with Allen's hair.

I'm almost done.

"Return that Innocence." Allen ordered coldly. "Give it back."

Go.

Without further ado, Allen jumped high and pointed his evolved weapon at the Level 2. If Allen came into direct touch with that Akuma again, it could copy him, that's why his Innocence provided him a long-distance weapon. Pillar stakes were fired out of his arm, like a heavy downpour. The Akuma raised the stolen claw above himself in an attempt to shield his torn body, however he was quickly buried under Allen's attack. In the short span of time Allen spent in the air, he shot enough pillars to create a high pile. Lala and Guzol were unharmed.

Allen snapped his head back at the mocking presence he felt behind himself. "You can't hit me when I shift into sand~" the Akuma sang.

The Level 2 attacked from under Allen, who leapt away just in the Akuma's trap. The clown immobilised him by enclosing him in his sand belly. "Gotcha! It's over for you~!"

Allen couldn't see a thing in the Akuma's pitch-black inside. He couldn't really hear well from the sand muffling the sounds.

"How many times do I have to stab you before you die~?" On default, Allen was a patient person, but this Akuma's singsong voice and attitude was making him violent.

Nothing but sheer instinct made him position his Innocence before the Akuma's ruthless attacks. The mere presence of the evolved weapon disintegrated the harpoon.

Alien images and sensations flashed in his mind, which served as a medium between Allen's body and the source.

This presence... Allen have felt it for a while...

Innocence...?

A sudden rush of warmth pulsed through his veins, a sense of familiarity, along with more pictures. He recognised the emotions like joy and excitement, but also the concern and seriousness. That's right, he was in the middle of a fight, he could figure this out later.

He let a single spear of light emerge from his Anti-Akuma weapon, making it akin to a sword. Before the Akuma could recover, Allen swung his arm down, destroying the protective shell around the Akuma.

The Level 2 gasped as its sand skin fell apart. "So this is your true body." Allen chuckled darkly as he raised his arm, ready for another salvo. "I'm not giving you another chance to change your appearance." It was over. "This is it for you."

"I still have your arm!" it screeched as it raised the familiar claw to protect its body from the onslaught. The overwhelming power blew the machine into the wall, holding it in place. Even though Allen was pushing his body beyond his limits, it still wasn't enough. Frustration came to poke his memories on the side.

I... I am an ugly human...

I don't want Lala to be broken by others.

Lala, when I die, let my hand be the one that breaks you.

"I... loved you Lala."

Allen, I love you.

Allen's wrath soared to a new level, hearing Guzol's dying voice. "Unforgivenable!" he snarled, pouring more of his emotions and energy into his weapon. He could already feel exhaustion at the corner of his conscience, but he ignored it, he couldn't collapse in the last minute.

However, no matter how determined he was to finish off his opponent, his mortal body had its limit. Pain flashed through him as his muscles spasmed and his Innocence deactivated.

If I don't you WILL pass out.

The blood he coughed up was a warning indication that his insides suffered some damaged too. He curled himself into a ball as he struggled to breathe.

Rebound. His body couldn't keep up with the morphed weapon.

The Akuma freakin' squealed in delight seeing him in such a vulnerable state. Without further ado it moved to slice him in half.

Allen was sure this was the end, when his vision turned black. But upon closer inspection, he recognised that it was a very familiar black coat. "Kanda?!"

The Japanese clicked his tongue in annoyance. "You useless idiot!" he roared at his partner. "What do you think you're doing, running out of power at last minute! You were the bastard that blabbed on about protecting these two! I hate the way naive people like you do things. And even more so, I hate people who don't keep their promises." Even though his words were intended to be spiteful, Allen couldn't help but feel somewhat amused that the guy who was so hell-bent on leaving him behind and not interfering at the beginning was saving him. It was so ridiculous it wasn't even funny anymore.

Allen snickered despite the situation. "Whichever it is, you still hate me." He took a few gulps of air, then wiped the blood away from his chin. "It's not like I ran out of power or anything like that." It's just that his body couldn't take such pressure for long. "I'm just taking a little break." He still could fight.

The other grunted in a mix of exertion and irritation. "...Everything you do is irritating." With a flick of his wrist, Kanda slashed off the Akuma's claw.

Give me one more shot!

Allen obeyed the urge.

Innocence, activate!

"Scatter!" the two Exorcists shouted as they both unleashed their remaining power. The machine let out a final frustrated cry, before the its chains broke, setting the soul contained within free.

The stolen Innocence landed between the two fainted Exorcist with a dull thud. Allen cracked his eye opened, feeling the green glow caress his eyelids.

There was a promise that needed to be fulfilled.

"Please..." he whispered with his hoarse voice. The picture of Lala and Guzol lovingly embracing each other flashed in his mind. Allen could still recall the phantom feeling of Mana's arms around his body. It was... it used to be so warm. "Please... live..." his arm closed around the glass heart in a weak grip. "Once more..." ...They deserved it. "For Lala's sake..."

Allen pushed his battered body to his feet and limped over to the two forms lying in the sand. Guzol's hazy eyes greeted him. Allen bowed his head and placed the heart within the doll again.

Please... don't let them end like this.

Not like Mana and I did.

After he placed the Innocence inside the doll he was led away by Toma. He wanted them to exchange their goodbyes in peace.

When the heart was returned to Lala, she began to move.

In the midst of grief and despair, Allen felt a tiny ray of hope. Maybe, just maybe this goodbye wouldn't be so bitter after all.

However, his delicate fantasies were crushed by the cruel hand of fate.

"Mas-ter Hu-man? How a-bout a so-ong?"

His broken heart painfully twisted in the confines of his ribcage.

That doll was no longer Lala.

"Mas-ter Hu-man?" the doll called out innocently, further paining the witnesses of this scene. "Mas-ter Human... I am a doll... I sing...Master Hu-man?"

Why?

Even though they defeated the Level 2 for the sake of letting these two stay together until the very end... Allen felt as if thousands of I'm sorry-s wouldn't be enough to beg for Guzol's forgiveness. When he turned his head to the other, he was sure that Guzol's eyes would be filled with sorrow, but Guzol's eyes only held love and gratitude.

Even if it's just a lie... Even though it wasn't his Lala, Guzol, went along. "Would you sing for me?"

Even though he wasn't Allen, he went along.

Tears escaped Guzol's unclear eyes as he gazed at Lala, eyes full of adoration. "Lala... I love you."

Allen, I love you.

"Are you asleep?" the girl innocently asked as she patted the man.

Please destroy me.

"Then I'll sing a lullaby."

XXX

Even with his limited knowledge of foreign languages, Allen understood the song.

Lacrimosa dies illa

Tearful was that day...

A young boy, out in the cold, sitting next to a lonely grave.

Qua resurget ex favilla

From which the ashes will rise...

"Do you want me to revive Mana Walker?"

Judicandus homo reus.

The guilty man is condemned...

"I curse you, Allen!"

Huic ergo parce, Deus,

So have mercy on him Lord...

"Allen, I love you."

Pie Jesu, Domine!

Have mercy on him Lord Jesus.

"Please destroy me."

Again. This cruel world... This cruel God have yet again tore apart two people, who only wanted to love each other.

Why? Why did it end up like this? What kind of sin did they commit to deserve this?

Was it because they stood in the way of God's plans, because they didn't want to hand over that Innocence just yet? Because they didn't care that the world that condemned them had to perish on their account?

But if God was so righteous, then why make them suffer like this? Why curse Guzol with such deformity? Why curse Lala by forcing her to live in eternal solitude? Why give them the illusion of a happy end, when they are only given more pain?

Why is it unacceptable to long for those you lost?

Was love truly such an unforgivenable sin?

The only sinner here was him.

"What are you sleeping for? Stay on guard."

Allen let out a snort hearing a familiar irritating voice, that was also a little reassuring. "What is someone who's supposed to take 5 months to recover doing here?"

Kanda plopped down on the stairs a few metres away from him. "I'm healed."

The sight of the long gaping wound was still fresh in Allen's mind. "No way."

"Shut up. I got a message from Komui. I'm going ahead with my next mission. You deliver the Innocence back to Headquarters."

Headquarters. Dark Order. He was working for an organisation that fought in the name of God.

"... Understood."

He felt Kanda's lingering gaze at him, before the Japanese turned away. "If it's so hard to bear, then stop the doll. It isn't Lala anymore, right?"

That wasn't Mana anymore.

Allen shook his head that was still buried in his forearms. "But it's their promise. The only one who can break Lala is Guzol."

Even if all was lost, even if he couldn't save them, he wanted to grant their final wish.

"You're naive." Came the harsh words in an unmatchingly softer tone. "We're destroyers not saviours."

A bitter smile spread on his face. "I know that." In the last three days he kept thinking about it. No matter what... there were certain things that could never be changed.

But even so, he still didn't want to give up trying. "But I-" The wind carried away his thoughts. There was silence. The song stopped. Three nights after Guzol died, Lala stopped.

Despite the fatigue of not sleeping for three days, Allen shot up on his feet and raced back to where he left the pair. Lala had Guzol's head in her lap as she turned to the sky, as if she wanted to song a requiem for Guzol's soul as he went to Heaven.

Now that she broke, Allen kneeled next to her to take the Innocence.

Forgive me for being unable to save you.

"Thank you." A familiar feminine voice breathed, shocking Allen. "For letting me sing until I broke. "To Allen's utter surprise Lala was beaming at him, like a beautiful power that met its decay and started shredding its petals. "The promise has been fulfilled."

With that the girl fell in his way, as if offering her heart up to take. Allen's vision blurred as hot tears escaped his eyes.

Even if he didn't always succeed, at least he tried.

"Oi, what's wrong?" Kanda asked, without his usual bite.

Allen wiped his stray tears away as he reached for the glowing heart. "Kanda, although what you said is true, I want to become a destroyer who can save."

Even if he had to fight God, he wouldn't stop.

XXX

Unbeknownst to the humans, the two sibling shards pulsed against each other, relishing their reunion after 7000 years. Allen's Innocence whispered grateful thank-yous to the other for this last gesture.

After all that pain and misery, Allen deserved a little reassurance.

Mission aside, today was satisfactory. The young Accommodator still didn't hear It, but he recognised Its presence. He even opened up enough to let some images in. He finally realised he could rely on this power, because It belonged to Allen as Allen belonged to It. Allen was slowly starting to trust his Innocence.

And maybe one day, when Allen will accept It as his own, then It will be graced by a name that forever tied It to Allen's heart.

XXX

So in conclusion this chapter was meant to show the parallels between Allen&Mana and Lala&Guzol. Geez, I really hope Allen won't end up like Lala. To be honest I meant to stop this fic at around the time Kanda and Johnny finds Allen, but with -man continuing I guess I'll extend the series.

This is it for now, 5k+. I apologize for not updating for months, but I was really busy. Even now, I'm writing this at 1 am, so I'm really sorry for grammatical mistakes.

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