[He doesn't seem to be dying any faster than before, and Allen himself isn't about to be attacking anybody. Rather, he's curling in on himself and away from Lambert, gripping his left arm tightly. It's rebelling against him a little, that Innocence, until his entire left arm explodes into feather tendrils, his hand becoming a poorly formed claw.]
Calm . . . down, Crown Clown . . .
[It hates the Noah inside him, and this strange medicine is meant to appeal to that part of him. They're not getting along well. Really, he should have seen it coming.]
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Calm . . . down, Crown Clown . . .
[It hates the Noah inside him, and this strange medicine is meant to appeal to that part of him. They're not getting along well. Really, he should have seen it coming.]