[Oh god. He can't. Marco buys some time with a drink, eyeing that pinkie warily, as if linking them will cast a spell that will strike him down instantly for already know the promise to be broken. Finally he just reaches out and shakes on it.]
Ace...
[What does he say? That Blackbeard is too strong, that Marco didn't want him chasing the bastard in the first place and now he was definitely way too strong? Maybe it wouldn't matter. Maybe...] Live your life, eh. Wherever your roads take you. Just promise me that much.
[Luceti]
Ace...
[What does he say? That Blackbeard is too strong, that Marco didn't want him chasing the bastard in the first place and now he was definitely way too strong? Maybe it wouldn't matter. Maybe...] Live your life, eh. Wherever your roads take you. Just promise me that much.