[ In many ways, Allelujah isn't surprised to hear that Henry's task is on par with his own. It's something that Allelujah believes in, against all odds, and all hopes. Despite the way he's cursed the world for his situation, he simultaneously believes that everyone around him fights a battle worth protecting and honoring. There is much Allelujah cannot forgive, but for all of that, there is also no place in him for hatred. ]
If we have to fight a war that's not our own, I want to trust my allies. [ Allelujah can't necessarily pick them, but his wording is deliberate. ] Peace is something that I believe shouldn't be achieved for the few, but for everyone. Because of what I am, what I was made to be...
[ Allelujah's gaze flickers up, pointedly. He lifts a hand to his left eye, over the soft grey. For a moment, it's as if the visible gold catches fire — torrid and unkind and bright. ]
I can't stop trying either. However many times the world around me changes, or what has to be destroyed to achieve what I believe in.
[ To that end, he hopes he won't be feared for his limitations, or lack thereof. Dropping his hand, he smiles. ]
I meant what I said. You can call on me anytime, and I'll be there.
[ For the most part, Henry listens in silence. Allelujah has seen his own change, the way his eyes flicker from green to red when he's unstable - but for the same thing to be shown to him in such a trusting environment...
... it's almost a honour too high for him to deserve. But if his friend has chosen to tell him, then he will accept it with confidence. ]
I feel like I can't thank you enough. But... I hope we can live up to the kindness you've given us. I"ll try my best.
[ Edward is... another question altogether. But Henry will try his utmost to rein him in. ]
You have my thanks, too. [ Allelujah speaks with heart. If he does, if what he believes in carries his strength of will with it... ] Because of that, we'll both come to protect what's important.
[ That's another well-guarded secret of his. Hallelujah's violence, for all of its precision, falls in line with what Allelujah wants. At one point, it was a tremulous balance, rife with heartbreak. But Allelujah has come into his own since then, and Hallelujah now falls into step with him. Well, mostly. Something that hasn't changed is that an ally is an ally, a friend is a friend. Trust extended to him doesn't blunt Hallelujah's fangs so much as it turns them on whatever might threaten them.
With that, he picks up his mug and extends it over the table. Cheers. ]
This is different for me, so I'm not sure how to put it either. I'll do everything that I can also.
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If we have to fight a war that's not our own, I want to trust my allies. [ Allelujah can't necessarily pick them, but his wording is deliberate. ] Peace is something that I believe shouldn't be achieved for the few, but for everyone. Because of what I am, what I was made to be...
[ Allelujah's gaze flickers up, pointedly. He lifts a hand to his left eye, over the soft grey. For a moment, it's as if the visible gold catches fire — torrid and unkind and bright. ]
I can't stop trying either. However many times the world around me changes, or what has to be destroyed to achieve what I believe in.
[ To that end, he hopes he won't be feared for his limitations, or lack thereof. Dropping his hand, he smiles. ]
I meant what I said. You can call on me anytime, and I'll be there.
im' v late but this gave me SO MAY FEEL
... it's almost a honour too high for him to deserve. But if his friend has chosen to tell him, then he will accept it with confidence. ]
I feel like I can't thank you enough. But... I hope we can live up to the kindness you've given us. I"ll try my best.
[ Edward is... another question altogether. But Henry will try his utmost to rein him in. ]
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[ That's another well-guarded secret of his. Hallelujah's violence, for all of its precision, falls in line with what Allelujah wants. At one point, it was a tremulous balance, rife with heartbreak. But Allelujah has come into his own since then, and Hallelujah now falls into step with him. Well, mostly. Something that hasn't changed is that an ally is an ally, a friend is a friend. Trust extended to him doesn't blunt Hallelujah's fangs so much as it turns them on whatever might threaten them.
With that, he picks up his mug and extends it over the table. Cheers. ]
This is different for me, so I'm not sure how to put it either. I'll do everything that I can also.