[Allen's not sure what "familiar" refers to, so he focuses on the first question. His fingers touch the scar under his left eye.]
Ah, yes, I'm cursed. [He'll have to ask how Lambert knows that later.] But that wasn't part of it.
[He holds out his left hand, palm up.] This is my Innocence, Crown Clown. It's my weapon, but it's also a part of me. Being a divine power, it doesn't particularly like . . . the other part of me. [Allen lowers his hand to rest on his knee.] They're natural enemies, so it can make things difficult.
[Allen will leave Lambert to ask more questions or draw his own conclusions from that.]
As for this--[he points to his eye]--an Akuma cursed me; it allows me to see the departed souls bound to the Akuma, weapons made of Dark Matter. They look just like you or me, exempting the, ah, horns and such. With my left eye, I can tell them apart from humans.
[A hand ruffles the back of his head self-consciously.] I feel like I'm rambling here. Did I answer your question?
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Ah, yes, I'm cursed. [He'll have to ask how Lambert knows that later.] But that wasn't part of it.
[He holds out his left hand, palm up.] This is my Innocence, Crown Clown. It's my weapon, but it's also a part of me. Being a divine power, it doesn't particularly like . . . the other part of me. [Allen lowers his hand to rest on his knee.] They're natural enemies, so it can make things difficult.
[Allen will leave Lambert to ask more questions or draw his own conclusions from that.]
As for this--[he points to his eye]--an Akuma cursed me; it allows me to see the departed souls bound to the Akuma, weapons made of Dark Matter. They look just like you or me, exempting the, ah, horns and such. With my left eye, I can tell them apart from humans.
[A hand ruffles the back of his head self-consciously.] I feel like I'm rambling here. Did I answer your question?