"Please!" Kuri flew out of his reach. "Let me stay with her! I feel her in my heart! Please Allen! Don't destroy my mother!"
A look of understanding crossed the young exorcist's face, then it was replaced with shock. "You feel her? You are empathetic?"
Kuri flew down and put a hand on his cheek, indicating his eye. "Allen you see. I feel. I am a priestess after all. Even before these—" she pointed out the wounds on her arms and legs, looking to be caused by innocence "—appeared, I had empathy, and could see into the future and past, and create barriers, and purify. It is possible that akuma have been brought here by patrons and I have been purifying them all this time." She looked at her hands. "When I do it, they return to the form they once had. They apologize to their loved ones for their selfishness, and they say farewell. Then they vanish…"
