[If he was about ready to break and cry, the hug and blanket from Robin soothe him right back down. He tugs her gently into a close hug, just as determined as always to protect her from everything.]
It won't be the same mistakes because you remember. It won't ever be exactly the same, but that's what's nice about it.
[He closes his eyes and tugs her into his lap so he can protectively wrap his wings around her.] Maybe whatever you learn will only count here and now, and maybe that won't last long, but on the Grand Line, isn't that the risk you take anyway?
[He leans his head against hers and quietly breathes in her scent. Flowers and coffee, strong and subtle.] But at least you know even if a mistake happens, you can try again with something new, some different, just for the fun of it, to see what happens.
It's like having a million extra second chances. It's not final or the end of things. With slavery... they use your friends against you. They say do this and endure or we'll cause your friends unimaginable pain and suffering. You aren't trapped in a barrier, you're trapped in choices. You don't get to choose anything. You can't try anything. You get to choose between pain and death. That's no choice. Here, you can't always protect your friends from things, but isn't that the same as normal life? There are many things no one can be protected from, but even here, there's time to heal again and the horrible things end. Here, if your choice doesn't go the way you want, you'll have another chance to try something different.
That's about as free as I can imagine, Robin. Freer. [He holds her close anyway, desperate to protect her and to borrow some her own strength he knew she had.
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It won't be the same mistakes because you remember. It won't ever be exactly the same, but that's what's nice about it.
[He closes his eyes and tugs her into his lap so he can protectively wrap his wings around her.] Maybe whatever you learn will only count here and now, and maybe that won't last long, but on the Grand Line, isn't that the risk you take anyway?
[He leans his head against hers and quietly breathes in her scent. Flowers and coffee, strong and subtle.] But at least you know even if a mistake happens, you can try again with something new, some different, just for the fun of it, to see what happens.
It's like having a million extra second chances. It's not final or the end of things. With slavery... they use your friends against you. They say do this and endure or we'll cause your friends unimaginable pain and suffering. You aren't trapped in a barrier, you're trapped in choices. You don't get to choose anything. You can't try anything. You get to choose between pain and death. That's no choice. Here, you can't always protect your friends from things, but isn't that the same as normal life? There are many things no one can be protected from, but even here, there's time to heal again and the horrible things end. Here, if your choice doesn't go the way you want, you'll have another chance to try something different.
That's about as free as I can imagine, Robin. Freer. [He holds her close anyway, desperate to protect her and to borrow some her own strength he knew she had.