" First, I'll say "welcome back" to everyone" He started to walk again, merely moving his feet without looking around, listening to ghosts of words said by Komui, so long ago…
And there was also the matter of Apocryphos, or whatever was the name of that creature… Even if he ran away, he would be hunted… " Where to? I… I don't know, Tim." Going back wasn't an option.
While Allen looked at him, the golem let go and started to fly from a side to the other, agitating its wings and tail. The golem had been near him, flying around his head and now it bit and pulled some strands of his hair with its teeth. Would it matter is he stayed in the Ark forever? He wouldn't mind it…Īllen had almost forgotten he was there. White, white, as snow under the moonlight.
Opening his eyes, ignoring any part of himself that still remained intact, and tried to wake the rest of his body and mind up, Allen limited himself to observe the many paths among stairs and buildings, everything. He could accept the numbness, give in to its lure of nothing feeling anything, be his own heart or his bones.Īs long as it made it all just stop, Allen didn't mind.Īfter all, why resist something that didn't matter? Especially since it was the only source of comfort at the moment? If real or not, it was there. Was that scent real? The flowers never seemed to need water or actual sunlight… Maybe they were an illusion, a lie. Too exhausted to resist… Why not allow himself to be wrapped in the whiteness, to close his eyes and feel nothing but the scent of the flowers in the vases left near windows, doors and stairs? It wasn't so unpleasant, so there was no reason to. He didn't bother trying to control them or to focus his mind. His thoughts (if they could be called that) passed by, devoid of substance or colors. So what if the Order had sent Crows after him? His heartbeat wasn't rushed as one might expect… His legs didn't shiver… His breathing was slow, like that of a sleeping person… Body functions that were beyond control and will, merely carrying on their work as they had done for so many years. Somewhere inside, a deep point where despair had not yet reached, the white-haired boy knew he should hurry and leave, but the knowledge wasn't more important than anything else. If he was drowning like he felt he was, at least it was serene… It was alright if he couldn't think of anything else but the simple facts of what had just happened. It wasn't so bad… It… It was alright if he couldn't resist that numbness. It was enough that all that whiteness existed. Was there any importance in this, or in anything else, at all? Always cloudless, in its eternal blue… It was strange, wasn't it? That there was a sky inside the Ark? Allen had once wondered if it was real or just illusion. Unable to focus his mind, he had just been wandering around, not knowing what to do or where to go…Įven with the spreading numbness inside, he understood this.
He stopped walking for the first time since he had crossed the Ark's portal, leaving behind the Black Order. He wouldn't be able to tell, but then again, what did it matter? Yes, serene… With that absence of… Of what? Sounds, people? Everything and nothing? Like the memory of a dream given some sort of physical shape without losing its nature… Unrecognizable and useless…Īllen Walker had never realized before how… Serene it was, inside the Ark… The whiteness surrounding him gave the impression that any sound, no matter how low, would shatter everything.Īnd what would be left? Shards. The silence devoured everything, even fetuses of things not yet born. Not with a bang, but a whimper" – The Hollow Man, T. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 340034 Chapters: 34/? Comments: 35 Kudos: 85 Bookmarks: 31 Hits: 3966
#SHARDS OF FAITH DARK AND LIGHT TAMING A WOLF ARCHIVE#
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