[ Many people collected the hope in jars to stockpile, knowing they would have important potential for reducing corruption harmlessly in others who may need it. At one point more than a thousand had been collected by Sanctuary, hence being able to fill even its large halls with a night sky, though that number is smaller now as they've needed of course to use them. But Allen's also unaware that's what Shouto had been collecting that night. After all... he was dead for the next two weeks. But even so...

... yes. Some of these may very well be the ones he collected that night. Not that, of course, Allen has any idea.

His expression remains thoughtful, recognizing something happened there, there's some deeper recognition he had, but not knowing what that could be. It cools the passion in his veins, concern ever trumping that no matter the scenario, as he's not sure if he believes you... but, ultimately, takes Shouto at his word. Reaching up to touch his cheek faintly, stroking it thoughtfully. ]

Hope isn't something that fades like that.

[ He says it softly, applying just enough pressure to encourage him to look at him. Gentle and earnest. ]

Looking at you gives me hope too. Whether we're under a sea of stars full of possibilities to wish on or not.