[He holds still, not sure where Wrathion is going to point, so he tries not to fidget. And even though he'd allowed the gesture, Claude jolts like he'd received an electric shock, ducking away from the claw like a startled animal and hastily reaching to feel the back of his neck. He trusts Wrathion to an extent, but for someone as jumpy and paranoid as he is, deep down, shying away is instinctive, and his Shard is therefore much more sensitive to outside touch.]
S-sorry about that. Wasn't expecting it. [He laughs sheepishly.] I definitely never had this on my neck before, either.
[But it does feel like it's shaped like his Crest, which just adds another layer of mystery to this whole thing...]
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[He holds still, not sure where Wrathion is going to point, so he tries not to fidget. And even though he'd allowed the gesture, Claude jolts like he'd received an electric shock, ducking away from the claw like a startled animal and hastily reaching to feel the back of his neck. He trusts Wrathion to an extent, but for someone as jumpy and paranoid as he is, deep down, shying away is instinctive, and his Shard is therefore much more sensitive to outside touch.]
S-sorry about that. Wasn't expecting it. [He laughs sheepishly.] I definitely never had this on my neck before, either.
[But it does feel like it's shaped like his Crest, which just adds another layer of mystery to this whole thing...]