[The touch is gentle. Warm. And even though she's being petted in a way, it doesn't feel like that. She relaxes a little, watching Marco's face, thinking of an answer even as she muses on how strange it is that his ideal life matches so closely the one he has. The perks of being a pirate. She makes a humming noise and absently reaches up to play with a strand of his hair.]

When I was little, I used to think that my ideal life would be to have a happy family. Then to have a crew.

[The one that Saul had promised. As well as trust. Safety. The ability to sleep through the night and know she would still be with those people the next day. The ability to search for the poneglyph free of fear. To understand the whole world no matter what they tried to hide]

But now, I have all that I ever wanted. [Though by now, she means in the real world. The real life. Not this half nightmare place where everyone is being pulled apart]