[Thirteen. Not long after the last of the papers he got, then. Fuck, he should have realized that's why they stopped - he'd thought maybe Pluto just wasn't able to deliver an entire ferry load and stopped retrieving them when she thought she had enough for him. But no, that's... there were no more papers with Law's name after that point, because Law had vanished from history.
Should have realized.
And oh, poor Sengoku. Who he'd left with a lie and false hope just so he could get Law his devil fruit. He's never stopped feeling an incredible amount of guilt over that. Every good memory of childhood has this shadow hanging over it now, that in the end the man who had taken him in and given him his life back was someone he had ultimately betrayed without even an explanation or any attempt at apology.
He sets the empty mug down beside him and drapes his arms over his knees as he too finds himself staring at the floor. His response is just barely above a whisper.]
I... I'm glad he got an answer eventually. And that you got to meet him, and tell him yourself, since I couldn't.
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Should have realized.
And oh, poor Sengoku. Who he'd left with a lie and false hope just so he could get Law his devil fruit. He's never stopped feeling an incredible amount of guilt over that. Every good memory of childhood has this shadow hanging over it now, that in the end the man who had taken him in and given him his life back was someone he had ultimately betrayed without even an explanation or any attempt at apology.
He sets the empty mug down beside him and drapes his arms over his knees as he too finds himself staring at the floor. His response is just barely above a whisper.]
I... I'm glad he got an answer eventually. And that you got to meet him, and tell him yourself, since I couldn't.