Allen shook his head, "that's not... good enough. Even if it happens again, I don't... I don't think I could stop it." Whatever had happened, he still didn't remember, but he hadn't had control; it'd been his Innocence or... that strange other voice. The one that'd brought back his black and white world when Rhode had nearly taken it away. Until he'd arrived here, he knew it'd been getting stronger. Now... now he wasn't sure of anything.

"Nothing here makes any sense!" Allen countered, pushing himself up from the bed. He was shaky, but he managed it. "They hurt us... they do terrible things... try to kill us... and for what? What could it possibly be for?!" His eyes focused on the floor, but he was staring past it, trying to get hold of his mixed up thoughts and feelings. "Even if there was only a tiny chance... it was still a chance. But now... we'll never know."