He was silent for a while, then nodded. "Alright, that I can see that." He hadn't really healed at all. Just let it scab over precariously.
"My wings aren't meant to be this small, you know. They're stunted. From the cages in the slaveries..." That he'd accepted last time when his wing had gotten hurt by Ulquiorra.
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Date: 2011-07-02 09:14 am (UTC)"My wings aren't meant to be this small, you know. They're stunted. From the cages in the slaveries..." That he'd accepted last time when his wing had gotten hurt by Ulquiorra.