[The nickname hits him. Nobody has called him that in nearly a year, of course - nobody here knows the name Corazón. He doesn't talk about himself and most don't try to press for details. Hearing that familiar way Law always shortened it, but in the voice of an adult, is surreal.
This cannot be a trap. He won't let it be. If it was, the door would open, and he would be lured into whatever monstrous thing's den awaits. All he can hear instead is poor Law who has just arrived and doesn't know who or what is real here and it's breaking his heart. Of course it was worth it, Law got so many more years than he would have and he would do everything again if he had to in order to ensure that.
He chokes back his own sob but tears are rolling down his cheeks anyway.]
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This cannot be a trap. He won't let it be. If it was, the door would open, and he would be lured into whatever monstrous thing's den awaits. All he can hear instead is poor Law who has just arrived and doesn't know who or what is real here and it's breaking his heart. Of course it was worth it, Law got so many more years than he would have and he would do everything again if he had to in order to ensure that.
He chokes back his own sob but tears are rolling down his cheeks anyway.]
Can I come in?
[Please?]