[action]
[he doesn't, but he starts to lunge back, wide-eyed with incomprehension, survival instincts making him move before her hand even makes contact, or doesn't make contact, and he really understands that
Tyki Mikk's hand wrapped around his heart, just slightly constricting as each pulse of blood made it expand, something like curiosity or hope in otherwise bland eyes as he watched for a reaction
this is how your friends died will you die too, boy?
(as if he cared about that)
[and Allen recovers enough to just stand there, perfectly white and completely unmoving, gray gaze shut down and far away]