Thinking ahead wasn't really a strong point of Allen's. He had spent the last several years taking basic orders from people, and making it up from there. It wasn't until right before arriving in the city that he had decided to only take orders from himself, but he found him falling back into the same old routine in Death City. It wasn't really a pleasing thought, though luckily at the moment what he wanted and what Shibusen wanted happened to be the same thing: save the kidnapped.

When he had first signed himself up, the exorcist hadn't even bothered to think about partnerships or any of that. It was easier to go by himself-- safer too, since he wouldn't be constantly worried about keeping whoever he was with out of harms way. It wasn't until right before he stepped through the mirror and had a look through the crowd of people going in that he thought about what Roy had said about the meister/weapon combo being stronger than just a Weapon. It was too late for that now, and he didn't really know anyone well enough anyway, but he couldn't help wondering if he would be as useful without his antiakuma here. His left arm was disfigured as always, but it held no powers in this place.

Moving forward was all Allen knew how to do, and so he took several steps forward, making his way through the mirror without a moments hesitation.