[for just a second she hates him. For saying that. For making sense. She looks away but her hands cling lightly to the fabric of his clothes. Wanting to hold on and let go at the same time.
She should trust him. She should be connected to him. She is linked to him even if he doesn't know it. And she can protect him here a little. If not from the Malnosso than other things. She can protect his heart and his spirit but...]
He'll leave again... [and forget again. She swallows, and sucks in a soft breath, sitting up straighter] ...and will forget. And if you are sent back and...and taken from when Whitebeard is still alive--you will have forgotten, too.
[and even the people here who--who had been-- They had been a family-- had either left or seemed determined to forget what it had meant. As if feelings like that didn't matter. She wipes a tear from her face with the back of her hand, angry at it for even daring]
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She should trust him. She should be connected to him. She is linked to him even if he doesn't know it. And she can protect him here a little. If not from the Malnosso than other things. She can protect his heart and his spirit but...]
He'll leave again... [and forget again. She swallows, and sucks in a soft breath, sitting up straighter] ...and will forget. And if you are sent back and...and taken from when Whitebeard is still alive--you will have forgotten, too.
[and even the people here who--who had been-- They had been a family-- had either left or seemed determined to forget what it had meant. As if feelings like that didn't matter. She wipes a tear from her face with the back of her hand, angry at it for even daring]