[Literally or metaphorically? Marco can only assume she means both. He's quiet for a bit, thinking it over.]

I really admire rash kids, eh? Ace, and his brother. The kind that charge ahead and don't look back.

I have my own reckless moments. [He took a chance; flying ahead to try to rescue Ace on his own and Garp beat him down hard for it.] And my passions can get inflamed as well as his. [As strongly as Ace however, Marco wasn't sure. He couldn't imagine how it felt to be as out of control burning with emotions the way Ace was. Was it always like that split second Marco almost lost control when Squardo stabbed Whitebeard? Still, wasn't always burning on that edge its own kind of adrenaline?] But I'm practically cheating. I've had several decades to temper my rage to direct it where I want. [There's an almost eerily calm sip of coffee at the end of it. The Whitebeard Pirates didn't have a reputation for vengeance for no reason after all. Still, Marco really was quite calm for casually discussing past murders. Hell "past"? He still meant it with regards to Blackbeard. How many times had Shanks had to hold him back now? He'd lost count.]