[Being a dream it isn't exactly pain, but it's a weird and unpleasant sensation, not unlike having his heart pulled out of his chest. Don't ask how he knows how that feels. It's rough enough that he wilts to press his head to the smooth floor, unable to prop himself up with his chained hands.
What wells up out of him is a winged thing, delicate in the features but closer to his true nature than any fiends or dragons. (Or even the Healing Wave Generator.) Is it some kind of dig at his ability or the name of his crew? Or is it a more serious poke at the way he's changed over his lifetime from a death-dealer to a healer?
Either way Law's a little chagrinned at having some kind of angel-thing come out of him - or will be once he's able to catch his breath]
no I copped out it's a cliche choice
What wells up out of him is a winged thing, delicate in the features but closer to his true nature than any fiends or dragons. (Or even the Healing Wave Generator.) Is it some kind of dig at his ability or the name of his crew? Or is it a more serious poke at the way he's changed over his lifetime from a death-dealer to a healer?
Either way Law's a little chagrinned at having some kind of angel-thing come out of him - or will be once he's able to catch his breath]
What...what the hell is that?!