iNsAnItY

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Road paced around her room anxiously. No one had spoken to Allen in days; they've been completely shut out. As in, he made it so the door wouldn't open to his room. Despite her worry, she couldn't help but feel proud of him. Before recently, she had been the only one capable of creating dimensions and ways to them. Now it appears that the albino was able to do something similar; a feat to be celebrated, no doubt.

But this brought a wave of worry.

Sure, Allen becoming stronger was good, very good in fact. But Millenie might start to feel threatened. Dimensions were apart of Dreams, not Destruction. It was a given that the White Ark would naturally create rooms by the Musician's will but there was no Key to this Ark; she had made sure to skip that part of the download. So how was this possible?

"Neah." Of course he would have a part in this. How could she be so dense? Allen would no longer be "Allen" at this rate... He could potentially go mad from the power surge. Which was doubled thanks to his previous 'self'.

A sigh left her lips as Road stopped in front of her door. The Fourteenth needed her help; mentally and now physically due to his recent developments. He needed to learn to control the dimensions he was in but maybe Neah had that covered? Hopefully. So that left his mental state, which was surely wrecking itself slowly.

Allen may have made his room separate from the Ark, but this was her specialty. This may be new to her-jumping from her dimension to someone else's isn't something she ever had to do-but it could be managed. She liked to think her and Tyki as Allen's favorites, so that should allow her to enter easily. Okay, she mainly thought of herself as such but that detail wasn't important at the moment.

Gripping the doorknob, the lolita focused on finding Allen's room. It was a few moments before she sensed her fellow Noah and, with a deep breath, she opened the door; walking through to what she prayed was his room.

The sight before her was concerning.

Allen sat huddled by the mirror, whispering this mantra to himself and the poor thing looked like he hadn't eaten or slept. She mentally kicked herself for not attempting travel sooner. Quickly, Dreams moved toward the boy and knelt next to him.

"Allen?" She tried softly. "Allen? It's me, Road."

Patiently, she waited for any sign of recognition. His head turned to her and he stayed silent. For minutes, they sat there just staring at each other and all too soon it was broken. The former exorcist hugged her and immediately broke down. She allowed herself only a second to be surprised before wrapping her arms around him.

"There, there. I'm here." She whispered soothingly, rocking him back and forth slowly as if he were but a small child.

His mental state was seemingly better than expected but she couldn't allow the Earl to know. There was a chance of a freakout. After all, the last time a family member went completely bonkers, a murdering spree followed. But this was the opportunity to fix this before it could happen again.

History would not repeat itself.

Not this time.