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Summary: He fretted and wished; but it was for his on good.
apprehension
Neah was worried, he was concerned, and he did not like what was going on. His nephew, his precious brother's son, was being abused; he was chained, caged, and called a traitor. Neah craved to save Allen, to grab his hand and lead him away from the war, to keep him in the Ark where he was King. To shield the young Clown that had suffered so, to hide him where he would be safe. But, he couldn't; at least not yet.
I'm sorry...
For now he would bide his time, he would allow himself to be suppressed, and his nephew the opportunity to see that they all were liars. That both the Order and the Noah were wrong, that they did not love him, that only he could ever love him like he deserved. That he was the only one that could love Mana's Allen.
But it's for the best.
So he would wait; he would watch as they hurt him. Again and again until there was nothing left, until the Order's Allen and the Earl's next Fourteenth were dead. Until all that was left was Mana's Allen.
