Allen hates Liars with all his heart.
Two liars had left him out in the streets by himself.
A liar had killed Mana.
Liars were everywhere and to continue walking forward Allen needed to kill them.
A liar is standing on the plank and just with all the others who had graced the length of wood Captain Allen places all of his hatred for liars upon the poor sod and jabs the red head in the back with his claymore. The fact that he does not topple over under the sheer weight of the sword just displays the hidden strength that lies under the extravagant coat with golden rims. It has put fear into fully grown men, this unexpected strength.
"What's your name?" Captain Allen of the Timcampy – a somewhat small yet feared ship – asks of the stranger. In reply chapped lips curl into a smile and an eye remains still and cold - a spark of defiance lying just beyond Allen's view. Allen continues on despite the lack of response, "What brings you to my ship? Why try to befriend me and my first mate – Kanda?"
By his side, a taller man of an intimidating stature growls, "I'm no fucking first mate to an idiot moyashi"
It is ignored: as is most of what Kanda says.
Allen paces and a green eye follows his movements. "I should have tossed you off this ship the minute I found out about you. I couldn't help but doubt it though. Too damn trusting, you see?" Allen says, allowing everyone to hear, grinning mockingly at the end.
He stops and looks the liar in the eye. "You and I could have had a beautiful thing going on," Allen purrs aloud, hand tracing the length of claymore – his never straying from the vibrant green, "We could have saved all the idiots, stole from the rich and given to the poor." He chokes back a laugh that sounds too much like a sob. Kanda scoffs somewhere off to the side. The line in Captain Allen's back straightens out.
"Who knew that the bookman ship contained such a vibrant actor? I sure didn't," Captain Allen asks then states, his head shaking and the plume in his hat waving haphazardly. "I hate people who lie, people who kill," he tells the green eye red haired traitor as he walks the length of the plank himself, his steps languid and relaxed, grey/blue eyes fixated on the forever smiling face. His sword swishes with each declaration of hatred.
He eventually stands a sword length away, holding the end at the liar's throat. "I hate the fact that killing each and every one of you hurts me inside. I hate the fact that killing you is going to give me sleepless nights for god knows how long." With each new declaration his sword drops and he takes a step and soon enough he finds himself standing face to chest with the condemned man. Allen's head turns to the side, eyes clouded in disgust. His lips quiver and his eyes water and it is the first time that Allen has ever looked his age. A mere life of fifteen years stands before a green eye accompanied by red hair. "I hate the fact that you're the only godforsaken soul that I can't kill." He chokes out, falling to his knees, hands grasping coarse material he would not have given a dog to sleep on but which is more than enough for a liar.
A green eye looks down on white hair, bound hands move to stroke said hair and a genuine smile forms on water parched lips.
"I don't have a name to call my own," The liar states: with a rasp, without lying and it is enough to save him.