[He clicks his beak shut. No. No. He knows better. If he thought this would protect her from the hurt involved with him he would have stepped back ages ago, would never have started. He switches back to human and offers her a hand. Just that. An extended hand, an invitation to do whatever she wanted with it. Hold it, hug him, or walk away.]
You don't have to believe in yourself, you just have to trust me when I say I see something in you that you can't see right now. That I have the voice of experience and age in this and from my external viewpoint I can see something because I'm flying above the clouds you're all obscured in darkness by living surrounded by.
You don't have to save them from themselves. You just have to do your best to keep supporting one another. One step at a time, together. Trust them. Wouldn't your crew do the same as mine? Brave the whole world to save just one of you? Wouldn't you do anything for them? Do not be so willing to believe that this pain is too deep, that this pain is stronger than you lot are. It isn't. Trust me on that.
[He sighs. He can talk, he can do his best to take them temporarily above the clouds to see what he does, but the clouds are still there for now. They'll pass though. They just have to stick together until then. And for now? There isn't a lot more he can do. He wants to help more. To do more. To say more. To cheer her up. To show her the light from above the clouds. But he doesn't know what to say at this point. He silently asks his Pops what the right course is inside his head.]
Robin, I wish there was more I could do, and I know you feel the same too. Let me help you. That... That's the key, eh? [He let Shanks help him. His brothers let him help them. And that was how they healed.] You don't have to, but if you're tired, you can always lean on me. I won't break. I'll try to give you that little extra time to heal. To rest. So then you can go help your crew. That's how. Trust me? Trust them.
[He expects her to refuse it. Because admitting such a moment of weakness, to want such a thing from someone who wasn't nakama... wasn't that weak? But he left his hand outreached. He'd offered this help to those who weren't nakama before, and accepted it from others. The New World was ruthless. Luceti was ruthless. But they still had each other. Nakama and extended others alike. And Robin herself had seen a way to utilize it. Yes, Marco definitely had faith in her to help her crew, because she was able to help someone who wasn't even in her crew. Maybe she couldn't see it yet, but he'd do his best to help her see it. One step at a time. Even if she refuses his help, pushes him away and goes home, he won't give up. Because he knows her better than that.]
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If you can protect yourself like this...
[He clicks his beak shut. No. No. He knows better. If he thought this would protect her from the hurt involved with him he would have stepped back ages ago, would never have started. He switches back to human and offers her a hand. Just that. An extended hand, an invitation to do whatever she wanted with it. Hold it, hug him, or walk away.]
You don't have to believe in yourself, you just have to trust me when I say I see something in you that you can't see right now. That I have the voice of experience and age in this and from my external viewpoint I can see something because I'm flying above the clouds you're all obscured in darkness by living surrounded by.
You don't have to save them from themselves. You just have to do your best to keep supporting one another. One step at a time, together. Trust them. Wouldn't your crew do the same as mine? Brave the whole world to save just one of you? Wouldn't you do anything for them? Do not be so willing to believe that this pain is too deep, that this pain is stronger than you lot are. It isn't. Trust me on that.
[He sighs. He can talk, he can do his best to take them temporarily above the clouds to see what he does, but the clouds are still there for now. They'll pass though. They just have to stick together until then. And for now? There isn't a lot more he can do. He wants to help more. To do more. To say more. To cheer her up. To show her the light from above the clouds. But he doesn't know what to say at this point. He silently asks his Pops what the right course is inside his head.]
Robin, I wish there was more I could do, and I know you feel the same too. Let me help you. That... That's the key, eh? [He let Shanks help him. His brothers let him help them. And that was how they healed.] You don't have to, but if you're tired, you can always lean on me. I won't break. I'll try to give you that little extra time to heal. To rest. So then you can go help your crew. That's how. Trust me? Trust them.
[He expects her to refuse it. Because admitting such a moment of weakness, to want such a thing from someone who wasn't nakama... wasn't that weak? But he left his hand outreached. He'd offered this help to those who weren't nakama before, and accepted it from others. The New World was ruthless. Luceti was ruthless. But they still had each other. Nakama and extended others alike. And Robin herself had seen a way to utilize it. Yes, Marco definitely had faith in her to help her crew, because she was able to help someone who wasn't even in her crew. Maybe she couldn't see it yet, but he'd do his best to help her see it. One step at a time. Even if she refuses his help, pushes him away and goes home, he won't give up. Because he knows her better than that.]