[ Saving someone by killing them— his expression falters a little at that, flickering in a way that's quietly sober and bittersweet. Mm. He hates that too, but in this scenario it's the only kindness they're able to give. Even if isn't killing exactly, not even close to that, he draws a line in the sand he would literally rather die on before killing a living being but... it is destroying. It makes him a destroyer. He just is: that isn't something he had the option of saying no to.

But he's always wanted to be a destroyer who saves. ]

I don't think so. [ He says it very softly and honestly, with an air that's infinitely gentle and much older than his apparent years would seem to suggest. The weight of too much experience.

But this time, when he sees the tears welling he reaches out. Hesitating only for a moment before blotting them gently with curled edge of his gloved finger. So mindful and so composed it's also something he's had the unfortunate practice of having to do much more than once.

You have a really kind heart, don't you. ]

Usually... they just smile again when they're finally freed. Like they're at peace. [ "With this I am saved."

"Somehow... I feel really good."

"You exist for us, don't you?"

"Love me. Love me love me love me."

Allen's eyes hood lightly, lost in thought. Serene and gentle, yes, but with an unwavering sort of calmness that comes from conviction. ]

It's more like purifying a vengeful ghost so it can return to the afterlife it never should have been taken from.

[ But make no mistake, from the expression on his face... he finds it something so very painful too. It's just a pain he's long gotten used to living with. ]