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I may be on the side of angels, but don't think for a second I'm one of them

That stupid bastard; running off on his own, trying to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders alone.

Kanda hated the Order, and every thing that it stood for, but he knew that he couldn't leave things like this. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the events of that day play out over and over again. It was his fault… but he wouldn't weep, like hell he would. He wasn't the type for sitting around in self pity. He would DO something about it.

Even if it meant going back to the Order.

Even if it meant giving up all of his morals, his hatred for what happened with Alma.

He would act the part of one of them… but he would never again be one of them at heart. His heart was too blackened, beaten down until it had broken and formed something new. He felt light now, of all things. He wasn't seething for the first time in his life.

He knew the Order was awful, did horrendous things, but he would use them to right the last wrong that he had left behind. The last piece of his soul he needed to put right so he could forever be at peace.

He would save Allen Walker, from himself, from the Order, from the Noah.

He would save Allen Walker, even if it meant he had to kill him to do so.

After all, he wasn't a saint, an angel. No he was simply playing the part, using his innocence to make things right.

For your own good is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction.

Allen moseyed around the town, which he was not sure, covered in a cloak with the hood up to shadow his face. He had his hands in his pockets and his head down; he wasn't looking for anything. He knew that the Noah would find him eventually, if they didn't already have someone tailing him. There was no need to seek them out, simply all he had to do was give in to the inevitable.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before two figures cut through the crowd and headed towards him. The two seemed to part the crowd yet blend into it at the same time, almost like the people that gave them room weren't even conscious of why they were doing so. Allen smiled to himself at the thought; maybe people just naturally knew they were predators and avoided them. But then again, if that was case, he must be just as bad.

Nobody had looked at him or had intruded into his personal space with so much as a brushed shoulder for as long as he had been walking along these streets-which now had been a few hours… Or had it been days? He wasn't sure; he had been walking around like the living dead for some time now as his mind gave up thinking and his body simply kept functioning. He had just kept walking. Yet as far as everyone around him was concerned, he was invisible… yet they felt his presence enough to stay away without thought.

It was with a rueful smile on his face and sadness in his eyes that he branched off the main street into an alley to meet the Noah… who he was just as bad as.

If he had just gone with them earlier—maybe even as early as the whole Alma mess… the ark…so many chances he had been given—instead of trying to fight… how many could have been spared? That voice that was apart of him yet separate whispered, reminding him once again of what he'd done. He tried not to listen, he knew the mistakes that he had made. He knew that his choices had led to more destruction... that was why now he was giving up on choosing and just going with what had to be done.

Turning around to face his followers, he saw that the two who entered the alleyway behind him weren't strangers; he recognized the twins Jasdero and Debitto. But, though he recognized them, there was something different about them. It wasn't just their looks that had changed since the last time he had saw them, it was something else… something in the way that they now held themselves with more confidence-no, surety was more appropriate- from their past bravado.

It made something in Allen's chest hurt for some reason, seeing the two twins so changed. Their maturity was… haunting for some reason.

But Allen smiled on, like usual, as he nodded towards the two, "Debitto, Jasdero."

The two nodded back, inclining their heads as if they were curious as to why he wasn't running away or fighting them like they had probably expected. Some part of him almost wished that they would pull out their guns, act foolish… anything to show that they were still the same somehow.

"Did you finally decide to come with us?" Debitto sneered, his voice still holding the same distain-twisting his face into something harsher- but there was something detached about it… it wasn't just a display now, it was the distain of someone who thought themselves above another.

And it finally hit Allen why this all bothered him. Before, without even realizing it, he had thought of the Noah as human. Or at least as something that wasn't far off from what he was.

There had always been a part of him that had thought of the Noah as savable.

But now… now the proof right in front of him showed how unhuman they really were. How unhuman he really was.

He was hit with the sudden realization that both the Noah and himself weren't savable-they were beyond that. The thought should scare him, should anger him, should make him want to fight to save the world-like he always had-with even more of a fury. Instead, it left him feeling oddly numb, empty... or was it pleased? He wasn't sure what his own emotions were anymore or which that voice in his head was influencing. He felt everything, yet nothing.

Allen sighed, looking towards the sky once more. There were no stars now; the sky was a dusty shade of gray, so lifeless and dull that the sun couldn't even shine through.

"I have no choice but to," he murmured, not feeling sorry for himself- not sadly- but resigned.

Jasdero snorted, it wasn't a comical sound nor a childish action as it would have been before. No, it was a cruel sound meant to degrade another, "Allen Walker," Jasdero's still lyrical voice started, though the playful edge to it was gone leaving only a hint of madness and of something darker, "There is always a choice."

Allen pondered this for a moment, realizing the truth in those words-yet at the same time the futility in those words. It only made him realize the gap between what was and what had been more distinctively.

Suddenly, without thought, he blurted out, "Did your Noah's take over completely?"

He couldn't place why, maybe it was the fear of the Noah inside him, but he just had to know. Had to know the logic, the event, that had made the new twins before him.

He thought of Tyki Mikk, the man he had played cards with. The man who once had a human family. Who acted like a… dare he say decent person? Who had-for a moment-accepted-or wanted, some part of Allen's mind supplied-the loss of his Noah side. That smile, so resigned to a fate-his fate- but one that he had chosen… it made Allen look like a fool. He wasn't strong like that, strong and noble enough to simply chose to let go and accept the consequences of his choice. No, to him there was no other way, no alternative. It made his decision seem easy in comparison.

But then… but then he thought of the mindless monster that came from that resignation-that choice-that he admired the conviction of. His fault, some part of his mind chanted. That damn voice. Always his fault. He always brought destruction.

And then he pondered the "after", meaning who Tyki had been after his Noah had taken over completely. Had there been anything left of the Tyki Mikk he had known? He couldn't decide as his mind flashed between Tyki's blood crazed expressions and his easygoing, foolish expressions and cruelly kind words.

The twins though seemed… different. They stared at him after he voiced his question, looking at him like he had two heads. But then their expressions softened a bit. They didn't smile-or look at him with pity or kindness or reassurance-they simply looked at him with understanding.

"It isn't so bad." They both replied in unison, their voices blending into one. It was… eerie, yet some part of Allen felt put at ease. They weren't lying to him; they didn't look at him like he was a wild animal or a wounded one. They just saw him as well Allen Walker… the fourteenth. Something about that fact, the solidness of it, made what he did next easier. He might not have an alternative choice, but he felt that he was choosing the lesser of two evils at least... even if it led to his destruction. To the end of Allen Walker.

With cheer he didn't quite feel, he turned towards the wall and looked over his shoulder at the twins with a bright smile, "Okay. So where to?"