Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray Man in any way, all credit goes to Katsura Hoshino.

Summary: Forced to leave the Order, Allen comes across a secret hidden in the depths of the Ark. Now, hunted by the Noah Clan and considered an enemy by the place he once called home, he has to search for the truth... The truth about Mana, Neah and himself. Where he came from and who he really is. Uncovering a web of illusions and doubts, Allen still moves forward as he promised to do... But what do you do in a war, when you feel like you don't belong to any side?

""Come now, let us settle the matter", says the Lord. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool" – Isaiah 1:18.

Act Twenty-Seven – How Do Wars End?

It was rare for something of this sort to happen. Not that they had never known defeat or disappointments (the case of the Ark being stolen was quite a good example), yet this went beyond what could ever be expected.

It was not the first time their foes had attempted to invade a place they were using as a base either. Years ago, a group of the Order had invaded a mansion of theirs and though some had escaped with scraps of knowledge they shouldn't have, most of the Exorcists in question had been exterminated.

This had been before they had a new Ark.

"Let me see if I got it right…" Devit muttered between teeth in a tone that didn't allow no one to be sure if he was coldly mocking or at the limit of his self-control. "They just came here, just fought, and just took the old geezer and the redheaded?"

Tyki's mouth twisted with a bitter taste as under his skin, a tremble of anger ran through, not due to the words but by the events.

"I wouldn't say "just" like that." Was the grumbled reply. None of them could say that they had been expecting such a thing. They had never even considered that Walker (for it could be only him) would be able to discover a way to manipulate the Ark in order to form a connection between them.

"The fucking thing is how he went and did that without that wretched Order finding out." He thought to himself. It had been a damn risk for the boy and as far as they could say, he had done all this without awakening any suspicions in that place.

"There were some members of the Order at his side." Lulubell said, her head still held high and never breaking eye contact, be it with Devit or any of the others as she refused to reveal her feelings on the subject. The Earl, yes, he was able to see the absolute fury burning her inside along with the shame for failing at holding the group until the others could leave their present activities to help. He had been on a reunion himself, with some of the humans he manipulated in society and just hadn't been able to get away in time.

"Deserters?"

"It didn't appear to be quite the case." Sheryl replied. Though he, like Lulubell, kept his control, it was easier to take notice of his actual state through his eyes, the hate, and despise for the Accommodators that had dared to step in their Ark. "Friends of Walker that are still on his side, or some nonsense of this nature…"

Such details were of no real matter for him. The fact remained that a bunch of Innocence Users had managed to get into what should be the absolute sanctuary of the Noahs and took with them the sources they had to some direct info regarding certain matters.

On one side of Sheryl's face, there was a white gauze, following the cut made by the Innocence's arrow of one of the Exiled. Just the memory of the wretched woman created a cold fire in his veins as he closed his fists.

The Earl frowned. Like the others, he hadn't expected the events to turn out like that. Of course Walker would try something, they knew him well enough to affirm he would never limit himself to sit down doing nothing upon learning people (even more if he knew them) were under the power of his enemies… At the same time, that manipulation of their previous Ark had been a move none had judged possible.

"He truly is Mana's son..." Even now the Earl wondered how he hadn't made the connection right away, how he had allowed it to slip by him that Allen's adoptive father had been Neah's brother… He briefly wondered how things would've been had he realized it on the very night he had first seen the boy. The thoughts still caused sensations he couldn't deal with at the moment, so he pushed them away.

As if that wasn't enough, the redhaired and Bookman had been with their Innocences, as part of a bargain they were currently attempting at with the old man, who insisted he wouldn't say anything even if they killed his apprentice should they take (or destroy) their Innocences. Since nor he nor the brat had the strength to lift a finger, let alone fight, they had let it be. Sometimes, a small gesture of false gentleness with prisoners could slowly give shape to an equally false link that could later work in their favour in their search for information… Bookman had told some details for this, but not what the Noahs truly wanted to know. And that game of psychological turns had ended abruptly and the result had been a complete loss.

For now.

"Fiidora…" The Earl called gently. A smile ripped the Noah's face apart as the tip of his tongue touched his lips. One of the small eyes in the flesh blinked.

"I think the worms we left inside the boy must be quite hungry by now, don't you?"

XxX

Raz was cold.

This sensation came not from the environment, but from inside. What she had remembered joined the recent events, slowly going back until reaching that night when she had woken up in the woods. They mixed into a hurricane of sounds and images. Blood mixed with flowers, laughter with screams…

After Allen had told her about the Noah Clan, she had understood that she could have killed people too, but it was one thing to have this idea and another, quite different, was to have such a vivid memory of the fact…

She didn't want any of the others to see her now.

What if they were able to notice the remembrance in her eyes and the way she had killed those people?

She felt dirty.

She was disgusting.

Raz recalled her first days, those days that felt like the beginning of life even if she knew they were not… Back then, she knew only an intense emptiness, the feeling not unlike being a prisioner inside a corpse. As much as she had not remembered anything, her heart understood that she must have had a life before that day. Then, when her organism had woke more to the world and started to work bit by bit, came the sensations that were still too weak to fill that void. Some lacked the strength to truly be anything, mere seeds that hadn't grown enough so one could identify what sort of plant they were.

Confused, at times taken over by frustration (so vague it was just a shadow) when facing things she felt she should know and yet didn't, at times feeling small when the night came and her mind could not conjure dreams or nightmares and had just fragile thoughts that couldn't distract her… That times, that emptiness swallowed her.

And it hurt.

She hurt all the time.

There was a feeling of longing that never ceased, a wound refusing to close, all the time, and she didn't know the cause or what she missed.

And it would have been worse if it wasn't for Allen.

Allen hadn't used his Innocence or tried to manipulate her with honeyed lies, as Raz later understood he could have done. That some others would have done. Instead, he had told her nothing but the truth and while it had taken him time to tell everything, she had immediately known it was because it was hard for him as well, not because he had tried to deceive her.

He knew what she was. He knew what her kind could do. And yet, he hadn't come to her with violence or lies, just with sincerity and an extended hand…

Something in her had recognized the ridiculousness of the scenario after he had first explained the general picture of the war. It had been more after the situation had become clearer to her: Someone connected to Innocence extending a hand as he had done to a Noah?

But that was Allen had done.

And then, Alison Lauren, Samuel, and Elana… They had done the same. They had accepted her, regardless of how they had also been hurt in that war. She wasn't sure whether Tyki was right or not about her only place being with the Clan, it was something she didn't like to think about it, but Raz felt she had to have a place in the world somehow… And those people offered it to her.

They never looked at her with fear or distrust.

She still hurt. The wound in her persisted, but… It hurt less with them.

Raz loved them.

They were kind and gentle people and she loved them.

If they knew what she had done… If they caught the scent of blood in her…

Although they knew Noahs killed humans, it was different. It was not the same when it became a tangible fact that she was no different than the rest of the Clan. Maybe the Order was hateful, but perhaps they were right in this regard: She… The Noahs… They were monsters.

The line of thought reached the Exorcists.

Raz was unsure if she liked those people, but she knew they were afraid of her.

They feared her in the way Allen and the others never had…

Johnny had feared her at first, but Raz had placed a blade on Kanda's throat and threatened them, so it was a justifiable reaction of someone who had no Innocence to defend himself, nor any weapon of any sort. Kanda, following what Allen had told her, was the type who kept his emotions under control and never seemed to like anyone, so his cold reaction hadn't bothered her at all. Quite on contrary, after Allen convinced her there was no reason to distrust, Raz had been quite satisfied to see the man had just treated her like he treated anyone else.

To know he had killed a Noah, though… There were moments when, even if she hadn't ever met Skin Bolic, she felt deep anger towards Kanda, to which Raz reacted by doing what she had done at first: Keeping it under control as she could, getting used to his presence, ignoring when her instinct cried out.

Those others were not like that…

She saw when they avoided looking at her. One of two glanced at her with the corner of their eyes as though she were a dangerous animal that Allen, in some miraculous way, had tamed.

Yet Allen still liked those people, so Raz wanted, if not like them, at least to not be hostile.

Upon learning what had happened to him, she had comprehended how much it meant that Allen had not killed her or taken her to the Order. Amnesiac she was, but not stupid, and hearing about the Order had burnt an ancient hatred in her and the justifications the boy had given for their behavior only worsened the flame.

Because it wasn't right.

It was not right that his "family" had treated him like that for something out of his control. It was not right that Allen should cry and be sad when he had no guilt. He had acted as if he would be wrong to feel hurt or angry after what had happened and it was simply not right.

Allen was good.

He was good because even when he still considered himself an Exorcist, he hadn't care whether she was Noah or not. He had never treated her as a dangerous creature but had actually talked to her, patiently explaining things and didn't get annoyed when she demonstrated to not understand something that, after explained, seemed so obvious.

Allen was good.

And she wanted to be good, too.

But how could she ever be good, when she carried such acts inside?

How could she follow God like she had decided to do?

"Excuse me?" A low voice called to her, bringing her back with a shock to reality and Raz raised her head. Standing near the old bench where she was sat, was that Exorcist woman, the one with brown hair who had tried to hide a shiver when seeing Raz for the first time. She knew the distance the other was keeping was not out of politeness, either.

Raz couldn't find it in herself to care. She remained still, not saying anything. She didn't want anyone near her right now, let alone an Exorcist.

Miranda hesitated before the silence. Nothing about the girl betrayed her emotions, yet Miranda had the strong impression she didn't wish for company. Part of her wanted to give in and get away from her, but at the same time, Miranda couldn't ignore the marks of nails on her shoulders or how she held her hands on her lap, nails firm against the flesh.

"Are you alright?" It was quite an idiotic question and the woman was aware of it. The golden eyes of the Noah just remained on her.

Miranda once more remembered her first contact with that sort of being and the nerves in her hands shivered in response, recalling the sharp candle piercing them, her own blood the only warmth that there was while she watched the girl brushing Lenalee's hair, the dread at seeing how the girl didn't react or even seemed to listen as Road treated her like a new toy… Then Allen coming to his senses. His scream not loud enough to overcome the sound of a candle making its way through his eye, piercing it, playing with the intraocular fluid that mixed with blood…

She remembered that as much as she remembered the resulting wound, the mash of flesh that one wouldn't be able to tell that had once been the place of an eye in a human face.

Miranda took a step closer.

Raz would have liked to tell her to leave, but her voice was lost deep in her body. So she made an abrupt gesture with her head indicating the door. The woman was no dumb, she should understand that.

Miranda did, but ignored it and observed the Noah's hands.

"Doesn't… Doesn't that hurt?" She asked and slowly stepped closer. The idea of touching the girl's hands or her shoulder came to her, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Instead, she tried to carry on, as if preventing the silence from returning would help.

"I mean… You're hurt already as it is…" She tried, hoping there was no shiver in her voice as she spoke the truth. No one had come unharmed of the fight, despite how the other Noahs had likely intended to either capture Allen and Raz or hold them back until the arrival of the rest of the Clan. Miranda decided it might be better to not reflect much about it, at least not right now.

She didn't want to think about what could have happened to Allen, had the Noah Clan succeeded in this.

The Noah girl gave no reply and just watched her for a moment more before looking ahead, her gaze lowered. Maybe it would be more prudent to take the hint and leave, but Miranda found herself taking the lack of hostility as a positive signal and though she didn't want to be intrusive and the girl's behavior indicated she didn't want company, something made Miranda think it wouldn't be good to leave her alone, so she took a seat at her side.

Once, when she was younger, she had accidentally overheard two girls she had thought of as her friends commenting about how they couldn't bear her slow rhythm, always making mistakes, always breaking things when she should have learned better by now and how they wished Miranda wouldn't hang out with them anymore. And Miranda, just a child back then, had slowly walked away without being noticed and had stayed in a park, feeling only the hurt inside.

While she had wanted to be alone then, somehow a part of her had also mourned how no one had approached her or offered comfort.

Perhaps the girl truly preferred to be left to herself. Perhaps Miranda was being nosy.

Yet, she found herself leaning a little toward the Noah.

"You're hurting, aren't you?"

She had no idea of what had created those words in her voice, but they had effect: The Noah blinked and some of the sharpness abandoned her eyes for an instant, enough for Miranda to wonder if she has seen some surprise there. In what sense, she didn't know.

In silence, she sat at her side. Her heart twisted again… With a calm breath, the Exorcist tried to drown the images that threatened to come to mind as she kept her eyes on the girl.

Raz turned her face away, unable to comprehend why that woman was at her side when she was so clearly afraid. She was one of those who had tried to not look at her, so what she was doing now? What did she want?

Both remained in silence for some seconds.

"You're hurting inside, aren't you?" The Exorcist's voice was so low that it could be the sound of butterfly wings. And it was just as soft.

Some more seconds in silence. And yet, those seconds were not empty.

"I… I remembered some things."

Raz almost bit her own tongue. What was she doing? What had made her say such a thing? The words had just escaped on their own before she realized it. And the cold born in her throat now spread to the rest of her body through her blood, threatening her control.

She shouldn't talk about it with that woman, that woman was an Exorcist and she wouldn't understand.

Miranda blinked. Wasn't that good? Since the girl didn't remember anything?

No.

She could see that. Whatever had been remembered, it was no good at all.

She made a gesture to hold the girl's hand and hesitated, then resting her hand on her lap.

Perhaps it was the silence, so hungry for sounds it pulled them as blades could do with entrails. Perhaps it was because, despite her fear, she was still approaching her. Perhaps it was the flicker of warmth in her eyes. Perhaps the thing inside Raz was filling her so much that it overflowed…

Whatever the reason could be, more words escaped.

"I… I remembered people I killed…"

Miranda blinked. It was… Strange to hear such a confession… As if the fact that she was allied to Allen meant, somehow, that she was different despite everything. Miranda realized she had feared the Noah girl in the way one fears a snake. Instinctively. She didn't have to have done anything, what she was had been enough for that.

It was ridiculous, of course. If the girl was a Noah, if she had ever been with the Clan, then she had killed humans, right? To expect a Noah to not have killed humans was like expecting a panther to feed on fruits. Ice came to her and she pushed the thoughts aside. As true as this might be, it was too much inside the mindset taught by the Order for her to feel comfortable.

It shouldn't feel natural that Noahs killed humans, for the simple fact that she didn't want to simply accept acts of cruelty as part of the norm.

She took a moment, unsure of what to say or do.

"I killed people before…" The girl spoke in such a way that Miranda might not be there at all.

The absent quality of her tone was, this time, different for the woman and she raised her hand again, hesitantly… Both in fear and unsure if the girl would accept the touch of a stranger, but she slowly reached out and touched the Noah's back.

Under her touch, the girl shivered and leaned forward, hands grabbing a spot above the elbows, eyes opaque.

"I murdered people…" She repeated to herself, shaking her head. Strands of dark hair fell over the side of her face, half hiding it and she let out another strange sound as she whispered to herself. "God, I killed, he just sent me there and I went…"

No need to ask who had told her to do so. It was weird to see a Noah shivering like that for this reason, considering the war they were on and what Miranda knew the Clan had already done. She could see this hadn't been a case of self-defense.

The Noah girl was crying.

Silent tears rolled off her golden eyes, blood from a wound with no possible cure.

Raz's nails pressed her flesh more. She didn't deserve to be with Lauren or the others, not when she had felt such pleasure in destroying people like that… People who clearly didn't even have Innocence, no chance to even try to defend themselves…

And how many more had she killed, without a care?

"That… Well…" What someone could say at a moment like that? "But… You're not like that anymore…" There was no way she could be pretending that reaction, those tears. Still confused, not sure of what she was doing and with the care of one dealing with a child, Miranda held the Noah's hand, making her stop piercing her nails against her flesh.

"It doesn't matter. Would you say this, had it been someone you knew?" She muttered, eyes still bleeding tears. And though there was no answer for this, though there was no denying Raz was a murderess, Miranda also couldn't ignore that the pain for what she had done was real. But she wasn't sure of how to deal with the matter.

"It was awful. What you did." She agreed, nodding and adding in a voice that was calm despite all, surprising even herself. "But if you truly regret it…"

"What is the use of it? They're still dead!" Raz's voice was equally low and she didn't look at Miranda, who nodded. Yes, those people would still be dead and nothing would ever change this. Nothing changed the blood the girl carried in her hands…

"If thy brother repents, forgive him."

"You came here to ask forgiveness?" The Exorcist asked not thinking about what she was saying. The girl tightening her grip on herself with her free hand indicated she didn't see how this could make anything better…

"Thou shalt not kill."

Miranda didn't know how to explain it herself. So few things can be simplified in words already…

"Look… When you plan something, and go through with it despite everything…"

"It was planned. And I enjoyed it…" Her mutter had barely no actual voice.

Miranda nodded. Again, taking all into consideration, in that stage of blood in which they had to dance and that was that war, what one could expect? As much as she didn't want to generalize the girl basing herself in what she knew of the Noah Clan, at the same time, Miranda didn't think one could expect anything different in this case.

"But… Could you go back in time, would you change it?"

Raz still didn't look at her as she nodded.

"If you at least regret, truly regret, what you did… At least you have a chance to earn forgiveness…" It sounded strange to try to convince a murderer (let alone a Noah) about this, but Miranda truly believed in God's forgiveness. And she believed in second chances. Oh, it wasn't that it should be forgotten, should be ignored, or go without punishment…

Yet, if Raz was as sorry as she seemed to be…

It could mean there was a chance, didn't it?

"Then you can repent, starting now…" She tried, looking at the girl who remained there, as still as a doll until she briefly moved her face to her, enough that Miranda could see her gaze without any sign of hope, just listening without believing.

"Certain things don't deserve forgiveness. They shouldn't be forgiven… By anyone."

Miranda understood then that she wasn't just talking about being forgiven by Allen or the others, but also by God and sighed to herself, her heart going to that girl despite what she had done. Raz had asked her how it would be if she had killed someone Miranda knew…

"I have no answers for this. No one has." She insisted. "I just know that if you try to repent… There is chance."

She didn't know if she would be able to forgive the murderer of someone precious to her. Her mind went back to Road… Would she be able to forgive her? She had never thought about that and it wasn't as if Road was remorseful, either. Yet, hadn't Jesus taught people that they should forgive others?

"Love your enemy and pray for him. It's easy to love one who loves us…" She thought. "We're humans. We're not perfect. All we can do is try…"

For some seconds, Miranda still remained in silence. Then, hesitantly, she let go of her hand and placed her arm around the girl, holding her. The Noah tensed up for a moment and Miranda thought she might have crossed a line… But if the Noah didn't relax, at least she didn't push her away and her muscles felt a little more like flesh rather than stone, in a certain acceptance.

Raz had told her she did not deserve forgiveness and clearly believed that, but the woman realized that she disagreed…

Slowly, the silence was broken by Miranda as she started to whisper to the girl, like a secret that should be kept between her and Raz.

Dear Lord, I'm on my knees again
I come to you because you understand
I've tried so hard, but I just can't change myself
That's why I know I need your help

Raz lifted her head for a moment, clearly surprised. Of everything to be expected, gentle words and a hug were not on the list. However, despite her initial reaction, she didn't reject the touch and didn't tell Miranda to be quiet, but remained there, unmoving.

Miranda interpreted this as a positive sign. At that moment, she was moved by the very same sensation Allen had had that night, months ago. Even with the gray skin and black stigmas on her forehead, it was not a Noah who was before her. It was not a dangerous enemy whose objective was the annihilation of humanity, who took delight in causing suffering…

It was just a girl.

Just a girl, lost and sorrowful.

It was someone who wanted to be better than her past, as much as she didn't believe she could make amends.

So here I am, this is my plea
My only hope is your love for me
I'm reaching out so desperately
Come take my hand, take all of me
Just as I am

Miranda carried on in a low voice, thinking about that particular question while she held Raz.

Forgiveness was often spoken about. Regret as well. Using such terms, it sounded quite easy. And it was everything but. And who could say if there was such thing as "earning second chances"?

Raz had killed and for her reaction, it had not been cleanly and painlessly… But if she was now a different person, if she didn't want to hurt others anymore… Didn't that have some value?

Miranda didn't know. Yes, there was a matter of justice to be considered, but… It was hard to see the girl she was holding as the monster the Order made the Noahs out to be.

"If a monster doesn't want to be a monster anymore, does this make any difference?"

She knew the answer the Order would expect of her. Slowly, she started to recall news about premeditated murders… It… It wasn't any different from what had happened. And the victims' families would surely claim the girl's blood if they knew she was here and would call her a hypocrite if they ever saw her shedding tears.

And like the girl herself had pointed out… What was the use of regret, if it didn't bring the dead back to life?

Oh Lord, you make what's broken new
Why can't I just learn to follow you
I want, I want to know you to feel you in my soul
I surrender all control

Could the Noah ever be forgiven?

The news of how Kanda had killed Skin Bolic had been received with relief by the Order, having one less enemy to worry about and Miranda now realized that many did not use the word "kill" or "murder", but rather said that Kanda had "won". Of course they did, she realized, it made it sound better. Less violent. He hadn't "killed" someone, he had "destroyed" an enemy.

Yet perhaps the Noahs had mourned and cried just like they had mourned and cried their own fallen friends, killed in battles.

"Where does this lead us then?" Her eyes closed at the question. So were they all in a cycle of blood from which they could no longer escape, that was it? A cycle of hate, without a chance of forgiveness? Of a morning when they could see dew in the flowers instead of blood?

They… They were stuck? Unable to go back to lives of ignorance and unable to move forward to anything that was not an end colored in blood?

She knew well the reactions the Order would have should she ever say those things out loud. At the same time, she thought about her own nights tormented by nightmares and memories of fear, so clear that her body seemed to revive them despite her attempts to sleep…

Would she forgive those creatures?

Could she?

So here I am, this is my plea
My only hope is your love for me
I'm reaching out so desperately
Come take my hand and take all of me

"If thy brother repents, forgive him."

There was no denying what the Noahs did. The question of akumas was the major point, a profanation that went beyond murdering and twisting bodies, displaying them as a cruel joke to reach what should be the peace of the afterlife.

One couldn't deny the consequences and the need for punishment. Of justice.

However… When justice goes beyond the necessary? How much punishment is the "just measure"? Justice was not about bringing loved ones back or to cause the same suffering as the victim had felt.

Justice was about justice.

"Love each other as I have loved you."

She had no answers to any of this.

And didn't think there was anyone in the world who truly knew. Like in regards to so many other things, all that they could do was just try to be good.

In the end, Miranda felt just as lost.

Could they be good people, if they were in a war?

Just as I am not afraid to follow you where you lead me
I can leave the past behind me
I'm forgiven and I'm free

Raz shivered at this last verse a little. Almost like a dry leaf that could break into dust at any moment. Miranda almost caressed her, but controlled herself. The girl seemed to have gone a little beyond her own limits accepting the hug and the older one knew better than to abuse it, as she didn't want to make uncomfortable. Yet, she still tried to hold her a little closer.

Miranda could never tell her things would be alright, it would be nothing but a lie. Nor could she tell her to forget what she had done.

So here I am, this is my plea
My only hope is your love for me
I'm reaching out so desperately
Come take my hand and take all of me
Just as I am

What was the way of ending wars, if there was one where no one needed to die? That was what Allen longed for, as impossible as it seemed to be. He still searched for a way such as this…

But Miranda wondered where forgiveness entered, the chance of a new beginning, better than the past. Perhaps she was allowing her feelings to take charge more than she should as a soldier…

But how do wars end?

Oh, your love for me
I'm reaching out so desperately
Come take my hand and take all of me
Just as I am

Slowly, silence came to be once more. Raz was as quiet as before, but her shivering had lessened a little and that mist had faded a bit.

The Exorcist still held the Noah for a little longer.

Miranda still held Raz.

She had never thought she would ever be in a position such as this ever since she had entered the Order and cared nothing for it. Somehow, she was able to see beyond that form and her own experience… And like she had told Reever, they were not mere puppets. Whether of the Order or the nature of the wars.

For some time, they remained there, Exorcist and Noah, still, and together, one couldn't tell.

Until the door behind them burst open, making both jump and look, seeing Lauren panting, her lip trembling.

"That… That guy… Lavi…"

She shook her head, trying to force her voice to win over the lack of air. Her eyes went from Miranda to Raz, full of fear.

"He's not good… I think he is dying."

Ana: Just because we like the Noahs as characters, we can't deny: They are a bunch of murderous bastards.

Tyki: We have our reasons to hate humanity, just so you know.

Allen: Oh, don't even! No matter what happens, nothing ever gives you the right to kill anyone.

Tyki: Boy, you really shouldn't speak of what you don't understand.

Allen: Look, I can even get if you become like that due to being pushed to the limits, really, I do. But this still doesn't make what you do okay!

Ana: Guys?

Tyki: Oh, please. You should know already how your precious Order is not as holy as you think it is. So it's alright for you Exorcists to kill us?

Allen: I didn't say that, but you don't just defend yourselves or attack us, you go after innocent people as well!

Ana: Are you two even listening to me? Ugh, forget it, they will be at it for the next hours. Again, I wanted to touch this particular point here on the story… Of forgiveness and the acts of war. So guys, tell me what you think!

Jy24: Hating herself is even a light way of putting it. She may regret it, but it doesn't change the fact that she did kill those people and probably many more.

Allen: As much as we know the Noahs are not little innocent angels, I can't say I expected that…

Ana: Like I said, this is a rather delicate subject, that I wanted to present here. We may like the Noahs as characters, but if we were in the shoes of the people who have to fight them, I don't think we would like them very much…

Wisely: As if we would give a damn. And Raz shouldn't be bothered by that at all! I can't believe she was all sad just because she killed some humans, is this a joke?

Ana: What a dear you are, Wisely... Well, I guess the whole of whether such acts can ever be forgiven or not will have to wait, since Lavi is not quite safe yet.

Lavi: You must hate me.

Ana: Me? Hey, the Earl is the one who decided to make the whole rescue pointless by offing you! Not me!

Earl: I merely think some punishment for invading our home is in order, that's all.

Allen: Says the one who sent a level four akuma to destroy the Order while getting that damn Egg back!

Ana: Here we go again…