People seem to forget I was always watching everything from behind Allen's shoulders.
Never did they realize I was practically forced to see everyone judge my host because I happen to be trapped here, inside his head.
I hate to admit it, but I kind of felt for the boy.
It was hard not to hear everybody whisper behind his back.
How many times did I wish I could punch those bastards?
Why do humans do this? Allen was perhaps the most loyal exorcist they ever had!
But it was all my fault. All those horrid things that happened to him, were my fault.
I wish I had the power to go back in time to pick another host. But I couldn't, I wouldn't; if I did, there's a high chance I never got to meet him, never got to meet Allen.
But today really was the worse. That bastard inspector and his CROW had taken him.
That's something I'd love to do; I want to torture those bastards to a slow and painful death!
But yeah, Cross had told him about me. About my connection w