Falling fast asleep, may this little boy find blissful dreams.

[mynameisallen]

Who: Allen Walker and anyone
Where: Music Carriage
When: Grasshopper Day 28
What: Allen pondering on what went on in the last world; a reminder of what might or might not happen. So he is making a choice. To speak or not to speak?
Warnings: Mentions of death are likely.

Allen very rarely came into this room, mostly because he wasn't the kind to actually want to play an instrument. But today was a rare exception as he sat at the piano, his fingers lightly touching the keys and making the occasional noise from it. It didn't seem like he was really playing it beyond that.

That was because he wasn't exactly planning to at that moment. Instead, he was thinking about what had just happened, that third memory had been something he had forgotten in the back of his mind since he had gone to Genessia. After all, he never showed signs of Nea around, so he wasn't there. But at the same time he still had the memories technically. So what did that mean?

He knew, either way, he needed to figure it out and so he placed his finger lightly on the keys and started to play a little tune. It was a reminder of the memories that he had, those that were meant to take over someday and when that does...

Shaking his head he stopped if for a moment. He knew deep down he wasn't going to let that happen, he knew he was and he was sure as hell that he was going to stay that way no matter what. But then it brought up another question. Should he tell people? After all, a complete stranger knows so...shouldn't those that he was close to knowing to?

With a small defeated sigh, he played a few notes again before once again starting with the tune again.

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[irrationally]

She feels an urge to scold him boil up. To tell him something like, 'don't be glad for as little as someone just saying they don't want you to disappear.'

But she understands it better than anyone. What it's like living while it feels like no one around you cares. While everyone just wishes you'd disappear from this world. Of course then you'd get glad for something as little as just one person saying that they don't want you to.

So she just nods.

"Alright."

Alice, at the very least, does believe he'll try. And maybe if she's there to keep an eye on things right alongside him, they can hope nothing will happen. Allen has made it so far and he's still alive, isn't he?

".. As long as you are aware that you're not alone."

[mynameisallen]

"I at least understand it at this point. I know that running away from my problems even if it's to protect those I love is never a good idea." It's more been hammered into him, but it was odd how he worded it exactly.

But he at least understood that and he figured he was at least trying, even if his instant kept telling him otherwise.

"But... that's all there is to it and... I realised that I seem to trust you the most out of everyone here. I mean you know more about me than anyone else"

[irrationally]

Oh god, Allen. Allen, what! Why did he suddenly have to slip in something like that? Alice may be growing used to at least acknowledging she has some friends here, but that has already been tough enough of a road for her.

So hearing him say something like that.. It's on another level entirely. Alice goes from looking completely caught off guard to looking extremely confused, then straight to awkward.

"Y.. You trust me the most?" She hates how she stammers, stumbling over her own words. Alice hates sounding weak in any way, but she's just unsure how to deal with the weight of that statement.

[mynameisallen]

He wondered if he perhaps made a mistake or something at saying what he did. He felt bad but yet at the same time he was at least being honest.

Because of it he didn't know if he should say sorry or at least answer the question? Answering the question seemed like the obvious answer.

"Well yeah, I mean out of everyone on the train you know me the most, which... I am sure is a sign of trust."

[irrationally]

It's little things like this that remind her that, despite appearances, Allen is in ways trying to figure out these kinds of things just as much as Alice herself is. How to deal with other people, how to deal with forming bonds, forming friendships. It always seems like Allen would be better at it, more well-adjusted, but sometimes he says these little things - I am sure is a sign of trust - that make Alice feel so much less out of her depth.

So even though she's a little flustered, it makes her regain some mental footing as she slightly nods.

".. Right. I just.." She shakes her head, trying to explain herself better. "No one has ever said anything like that to me."

No one ever trusted her. If anything, people just distrusted her. Constantly. Because she was too volatile, too violent. A threat. A risk.

Not a trusted friend.

"So you thinking about me like that.. It means a lot to me. I want to make sure to live up to that trust."

[mynameisallen]

"Really?" That was something he was use to himself. Things people say always being something new for him. After all for as long as he can remember the only people before the Order that actually seemed to like him were only a hand full, not that many and Cross honestly was, for the most part, questionable considering what he would do.

But for him to was important in a way. All things considering. "Just keep being you, that's all I expect really."