[ Lavi finds himself blinking hard, her reaction catching him off guard. Her words sting ("caught up in the history you're writing about") but it's not something he can argue because it's true. So shock fades to anger before that too passes quickly. He doesn't have the energy to put the mask back in place, somehow joke his way out, so he shuts down instead.
He withdraws, both mentally and physically, pulling his hand away from hers to curl close to his body instead as his expression grows almost cold.
Telling her was a bad idea, but then telling anyone anything was always a bad idea. Humans. Except he owes her his life and he can't really get mad at her. She must have her reasons, but so does he.
He's not going to give her five, just one. One that to him is more important above all. ]
I'm asking you not to for the sake of protecting my comrades.
[ Not a lie. To a few among them Exorcists there were still only thirteen Noah instead of fourteen. He can't let Allen find out, lest the Fourteenth rears his head here too. He can't. He wants to keep that light alive for as long as possible.
But she has a point too, why keep it all to themselves? Why did Bookmen even exist? Questions he's asked himself before that he doesn't want to get into now. So he sighs, rolling onto his back with some wincing so he can stare at the ceiling instead of having to look at her. ]
There's enough war here already, we're not dragging ours into this.
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He withdraws, both mentally and physically, pulling his hand away from hers to curl close to his body instead as his expression grows almost cold.
Telling her was a bad idea, but then telling anyone anything was always a bad idea. Humans. Except he owes her his life and he can't really get mad at her. She must have her reasons, but so does he.
He's not going to give her five, just one. One that to him is more important above all. ]
I'm asking you not to for the sake of protecting my comrades.
[ Not a lie. To a few among them Exorcists there were still only thirteen Noah instead of fourteen. He can't let Allen find out, lest the Fourteenth rears his head here too. He can't. He wants to keep that light alive for as long as possible.
But she has a point too, why keep it all to themselves? Why did Bookmen even exist? Questions he's asked himself before that he doesn't want to get into now. So he sighs, rolling onto his back with some wincing so he can stare at the ceiling instead of having to look at her. ]
There's enough war here already, we're not dragging ours into this.