[She has heard about the battle of Marineford and how the Whitebeards fought. Though it had seemed distant at the time, now it is almost painful. To care for others means to care for their nakama as well. Strange how pain is transferred that way.
She knows his words and that they make sense but some wounds not even nakama can heal. Not even strength of others. Killing a friend. Watching them die. That stays with you. No matter how much others believe or trust in you it is a shard that bites and never fades...only becomes less noticeable over time. She wonders if Marco has ever done so? It is hard to tell and she doesn't want to know. Not now.
She sighs.
When he mentions the ink, she nods. At least they have not stopped her words completely]
November 1st [Luceti]
She knows his words and that they make sense but some wounds not even nakama can heal. Not even strength of others. Killing a friend. Watching them die. That stays with you. No matter how much others believe or trust in you it is a shard that bites and never fades...only becomes less noticeable over time. She wonders if Marco has ever done so? It is hard to tell and she doesn't want to know. Not now.
She sighs.
When he mentions the ink, she nods. At least they have not stopped her words completely]