[She thinks on this. Perhaps it is possible that just being there will be enough. Or, if not enough, something. Better than nothing. She twitches her ears and lifts her head as Marco speaks of Whitebeard.
After a moment, she jumps off his chest to get her ink and paper and writes]
I would like to pay respects.
[She would have liked to have met him. There were so many fascinating people to meet, all of whom died too soon. But at least his legacy survives.]
November 1st [Luceti]
After a moment, she jumps off his chest to get her ink and paper and writes]
I would like to pay respects.
[She would have liked to have met him. There were so many fascinating people to meet, all of whom died too soon. But at least his legacy survives.]