[He listens to Marco's words, a feeling of pain washing over him. He tries not to let it bother him, that he doesn't care. But... people have been hating him because of blood since before he was even born. Before he had even come into the world, people were saying he needed to die, people were trying to kill his mother, just for holding him. He hated Roger more than he ever thought he could now. It's because of that bastard's blood that he's in this-- even Ace knew blood mattered. It mattered to him for so many reasons. He knew Whitebeard was his father, that was all he cared about. He didn't want to care about who's blood he had, except for his mother's. Hers was more important than anything to him. Ace never wanted to think about Roger's blood. Yet people kept reminding him about it ever since he was a child. And possibly before that. How could Marco just shrug it off? Ace was glad his grave was right next to his father's, it made him feel like he really was his son. Marco could just not care about the rest of them. And at times... Ace wished he could do that. He hugged his knees, hiding his face on his them.]
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It's not that simple...