[Afraid of who? Afraid of what? Marco would kill them and never let Robin be afraid again.]
[He shakes his head. No owner. How could she not remember him? What had the Malnosso done?!]
[He picks up the single sheet of paper with his name and nudges it at her again with his head trying to get her to notice him. Him. Really him. The real him. He sighs wearily and goes back to writing.]
Pops. Whitebeard.
[He points to his chest again. If that didn't ring a bell... then he didn't know what to do. Watch and learn probably.]
no subject
[Afraid of who? Afraid of what? Marco would kill them and never let Robin be afraid again.]
[He shakes his head. No owner. How could she not remember him? What had the Malnosso done?!]
[He picks up the single sheet of paper with his name and nudges it at her again with his head trying to get her to notice him. Him. Really him. The real him. He sighs wearily and goes back to writing.]
Pops. Whitebeard.
[He points to his chest again. If that didn't ring a bell... then he didn't know what to do. Watch and learn probably.]