[She wonders at the pause and is faintly amused when he sets the notebook away from the soft looking blanket. She wonders if he is attached to it. She wonders if he would let her wrap herself up in it one day. Though that seems intrusive somehow. Instead she is extra careful as she writes with the ink, using a little less than what she needs so that nothing will drip.]
There is a kind of pain nakama can't even take away. Though it is better together [she hesitates a moment] Nami suffers. She is so far away lately. Everyone seems close and distant.
[And Marco has been fighting with Ace. She remembers that, too. It seems that Luceti is adept at pulling nakama apart, thread by thread, through terror, grief and regret. She knows not to voice this, though. Some terrible things must remain hidden, especially if they can't be fixed. And...he probably knows, if only unconsciously.]
November 1st [Luceti]
There is a kind of pain nakama can't even take away. Though it is better together [she hesitates a moment] Nami suffers. She is so far away lately. Everyone seems close and distant.
[And Marco has been fighting with Ace. She remembers that, too. It seems that Luceti is adept at pulling nakama apart, thread by thread, through terror, grief and regret. She knows not to voice this, though. Some terrible things must remain hidden, especially if they can't be fixed. And...he probably knows, if only unconsciously.]
There are some things which cannot be helped.