[She still doesn't like his tone. She doesn't understand it. He's too flippant. But she decides she trusts him enough to believe that he is taking her seriously. Even if his apology does feel like he's brushing it off. She lets him walk ahead a few paces, though. It feels better behind somehow and he starts talking again--his voice getting hard as he speaks of his own failure and then...then that promise...that she wanted to believe but... it's deeper then that. She smiles but it hurts. It's bitter. So much so that she can taste it]

Oh? Can you help? Can you make my nakama happy, too? Can you take away their pain and make it not matter who they have to kill? Can you bring them together? [She stops herself from saying Marcchan because that would hurt him too much]

I believe in your determination. That you will do anything you can. Firefist-san and Sabo-chan are lucky to have you.

[But it's so much more than he can handle. It's so much more than he can do. He is a Whitebeard at the end of the day. He will always be.]