[Crown has been by himself...not unusual for him but he's been trying to deal with the fact that he's a fake. There was no point in Zemekis lying to them on his death bed, but even so, Annie had confirmed such things as true. He wasn't real and his real self was at home with the one person he cared about.
While others were slowly coming to accept this fact that they were fake but still real, Crown hadn't. He felt horrid and lifeless. He knew his heart had always been dead but being a fake? It just meant that nothing he felt was real. So he's off on the outskirts, curled in a ball. Head placed in his knees as he's trying to keep himself from sobbing out of control.
He had to remain strong now...they were all safe and this was a place to make a fresh start. But...without Cross? It might as well be nothing to him.]
Outskirts
While others were slowly coming to accept this fact that they were fake but still real, Crown hadn't. He felt horrid and lifeless. He knew his heart had always been dead but being a fake? It just meant that nothing he felt was real. So he's off on the outskirts, curled in a ball. Head placed in his knees as he's trying to keep himself from sobbing out of control.
He had to remain strong now...they were all safe and this was a place to make a fresh start. But...without Cross? It might as well be nothing to him.]