[ But though he exhales a little wearily for a moment, resigning himself perhaps... he smiles a little then, pale grey eyes flicking back up to Shion. What a curious spirit... did he just—was this his first time in this world? Even if Allen can be a little weird among gods, most Far Shore residents don't really raise an eyebrow until he turns his arm into a sword.

But he means well, so Allen will gently pull his hand free—but only so he might pop the clasp on his glove. It's easier to show than to explain—and he's had to explain it enough times in his life that he holds his hand in front of him, the back of it to Shion so that he might see the crystalline, golden cross smoothly embedded in the red skin there. It's.. actually vaguely demonic in appearance, with the plated appearance and long black nails.

And it's a very practiced gesture, as is the way that Allen speaks then. ]

Innocence is a weapon. One that chooses its hosts [ like a parasite, let's just slide past that ] and lets us— [ fight akuma. fight ayakashi—in a limited way. But Allen... hesitates briefly. Finding that, for the first time ever perhaps..

...not that accurate. In the.. year? he's been away from them. ]

...save souls. By cutting away the corruption around them.

It's what makes me an Exorcist.