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Listening to: Borderline~ Tove Stryke
~oOo~
I’m borderline happy and I’m borderline sad
He stood there, laughing maniacally while bitter tears streamed down his dirt-stained cheeks.
I’m borderline good and I’m borderline bad
There were corpses scattered on the ground around him, the Noah Clan and exorcists indiscriminately mixed throughout the bloody battlefield. His laughter rang through the silence.
And I can’t get rid of the tingling fear
Crown Clown surrounded his form, the pearly feathers stained crimson from the blood of the fallen. It was a disturbingly beautiful reminder that the angelic substance was indeed a weapon of death.
You’d sort me out if my head gets clear
He shook, and his laughter turned to choked sobs. He collapsed to the ground, wailing his loses.
I lived my life in shackles but I’m borderline free
He screamed at the heavens, cursing the god that had abandoned him to his accursed fate. He hadn’t asked to be an exorcist, nor had he asked to be the Fourteenth’s host. He had never been truly free, only let out on a leash, unable to choose his own path.
I used to be blind but I still can’t see
He cursed the Noah for hurting his loved ones. He cursed the Black Order for stealing the childhoods of his comrades, and forcing them to fight in a war they wanted no part of. But most of all, he cursed his naive past self, cursed him for believing in what had gotten his friends, his family, killed.
And I won’t get around to a change of mind
He shakily got to his feet, cheeks stained and heart shattered, but still somehow beating. With a shuddering breath, he forced himself to put one foot forward. Then another, then yet another, faster and faster, until he was running.
As long as nobody breaks my stride
With a steely resolve, Allen Walker kept on walking, never to return.

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Listening to: Borderline~ Tove Stryke
~oOo~
I’m borderline happy and I’m borderline sad
He stood there, laughing maniacally while bitter tears streamed down his dirt-stained cheeks.
I’m borderline good and I’m borderline bad
There were corpses scattered on the ground around him, the Noah Clan and exorcists indiscriminately mixed throughout the bloody battlefield. His laughter rang through the silence.
And I can’t get rid of the tingling fear
Crown Clown surrounded his form, the pearly feathers stained crimson from the blood of the fallen. It was a disturbingly beautiful reminder that the angelic substance was indeed a weapon of death.
You’d sort me out if my head gets clear
He shook, and his laughter turned to choked sobs. He collapsed to the ground, wailing his loses.
I lived my life in shackles but I’m borderline free
He screamed at the heavens, cursing the god that had abandoned him to his accursed fate. He hadn’t asked to be an exorcist, nor had he asked to be the Fourteenth’s host. He had never been truly free, only let out on a leash, unable to choose his own path.
I used to be blind but I still can’t see
He cursed the Noah for hurting his loved ones. He cursed the Black Order for stealing the childhoods of his comrades, and forcing them to fight in a war they wanted no part of. But most of all, he cursed his naive past self, cursed him for believing in what had gotten his friends, his family, killed.
And I won’t get around to a change of mind
He shakily got to his feet, cheeks stained and heart shattered, but still somehow beating. With a shuddering breath, he forced himself to put one foot forward. Then another, then yet another, faster and faster, until he was running.
As long as nobody breaks my stride
With a steely resolve, Allen Walker kept on walking, never to return.