Hallelujah let out a long sigh, slowly nodding. As much as the unpredictable aspect of Allelujah didn't like that he'd have to cooperate with his other half, deep down he knew that Sophia was right. If he were to be as violent as he wanted, he'd be labeled a murderer. Collectively, the two were able to agree that they didn't want to be looked upon as such. "I don't want to be locked away because my 'peers' think I'm some nutcase, I guess. And Allelujah doesn't want to be labeled a murderer, he says," Hallelujah admitted gruffly.
After Sophia spoke again, Hallelujah found a strange sense of peace washing over him. That was something he'd never had the privilege to experience--peace. For him, he was always in constant flight or fight mode to ensure their safety. "He trusts-er, we both trust you..I guess," the death scythe licked his lips out of sheer anxiety. The peace that Hallelujah was experiencing made him uneasy, and he almost sensed a fight coming on.
"Allelujah wants to come back now, if you're done with me he says," Hallelujah informed the therapist.