[ Shouto follows his eyes, landing on a jagged scar, different from the one bisecting him in half. It was grey before, diseased looking, like dead flesh or close to it. Shouto had never seen such a thing outside of the movies, it almost hadn't seemed real. The wound had been far beyond his skill to tend, and rather than cause him more harm, he left it alone, aside from washing it with water, he boiled and cooled, afraid to use a cloth to clean it.
As for that answer. Crown Clown? Then, why-- It leaves him stunned with little recourse but to stare at him, while he tries to align what attacked him with the cloak that had saved him numerous times. ]
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As for that answer. Crown Clown? Then, why-- It leaves him stunned with little recourse but to stare at him, while he tries to align what attacked him with the cloak that had saved him numerous times. ]
It was hurting you.