Nearly a month had passed since Arawn's murder by Neah's hands. There had been nearly no reported attacks or death, which was extremely rare (more likely the Noahs had been too stunned by Arawn taking over Allen's body), and it was all very peaceful back at the Black Order.

The members of the Black Order had been stunned to find that Allen had practically no memory of anything he had experienced while Arawn had been fighting for the control of his body. All he remembered was that final battle in his mind, which he had thought of as a dream. He had described the dream to the others in great detail, emphasizing on the fact that it had been exceedingly weird and incomprehensive. The others, however, understood it completely, and they knew better than to just take it for a dream.

Puzzled, Lenalee had asked, "But why had Neah helped Allen? He didn't really have any reason to do so, right?"

"Not really, Lenalee." Komui had answered, stroking his sister's hair gently as he explained things to her in a weary voice. "There is no doubt that Arawn was stronger than Allen. Without Neah, Arawn would almost certainly have been the one who ended up with control over Allen's body. But having said that, having Arawn in control would also have meant that it would have been harder for Neah to take over Allen's body, which he eventually intends to do. So in the end, Neah Walker was still acting to protect his own interest. "

Everyone else tried to act as normal as possible around Allen, as if nothing had happened at all. They pretended that the Black Order had been wrecked by another of Komui's ridiculous and destructive inventions (Komui had been heartbroken to have been made the scapegoat) and set about restoring the place as fast as they could.

They need not have bothered.

Allen Walker's memory loss was all a fake on his part. Knowing and understanding the truth had hurt him. Despite his hatred of Arawn, who had caused him so much grief, Allen still had to concede that Arawn was his brother, and he could not help but feel sorrow and guilt for devouring his unborn brother. He could not bear to have everyone discuss Arawn and him as if they were two freaks of nature, could not bear to hear them whisper behind his back, could not bear for everyone to constantly bring up his twin and remind him of the terrible deed he had done to Arawn (even though it was unintentional). And so, in an attempt to run from the truth, to run from the horror of his birth, he had pretended not to remember anything, forcing everyone else to pretend along with him.

After all, some things are best left in the dark, never mentioned, always ignored, eternally feared.