On reflex Allen looks back down at his stomach, a hand coming to rest on the mottled scar where he had been run through and once those feathers had poured out. There's nothing now of course, the skin has even lost the unnaturally grayish and unhealthy hue it had had back then, but...
Allen nods slightly, vague and distracted as the image of what happened becomes a little clearer and leaves him with a feeling of dread. ]
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On reflex Allen looks back down at his stomach, a hand coming to rest on the mottled scar where he had been run through and once those feathers had poured out. There's nothing now of course, the skin has even lost the unnaturally grayish and unhealthy hue it had had back then, but...
Allen nods slightly, vague and distracted as the image of what happened becomes a little clearer and leaves him with a feeling of dread. ]
Those feathers...
That's Crown Clown too.