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Memory from another life has been seeping in for months, first a drip and now a flood. Allen Walker, Exorcist has been dying bit by bit beneath them all, Nea and the old Lavi and Allen-in-the-river.
Maybe he died the most when he drank the Bookmen’s poison in trade for truth. Maybe he died when Kanda stabbed him- the last time, in the rubble of the North American Branch, where Nea at last came full awake with fifty people watching. He died at the orphanage and he died in the Ark and he died in the forest with Tyki’s hand in his heart. He’s died a little more each time Nea’s showed his face- even the shadow one in mirrors.
It’s enough to make you wonder if Allen Walker ever really existed- Lenalee’s friend, and Johnny’s. Kanda and Lavi’s, if either of them would admit it. Apprentice to Cross Marian, who, even knowing better, trained Allen Walker and none of the others that made him up.
They’ve all watched a little of his dying, but at least they won’t have to see the rest. Link will be the first to know, probably.
The last to see him when he goes.