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Not except that she's just a normal person, and for normal people ten years old is too young for this kinda shit.

A jab at what?...Ugh, I don't get it anyway, and we have bigger things to worry about.

I know that. I'm glad she's staying behind.

I just knew that it was going to get a reaction, that's all.

So you know the twisty way high-ranking Marines think. Wanna guess what the Fleet Admiral has planned?

Why wouldn't it? We're not like that and I'm involved with someone else, as you know.

It's simple. He's going to attempt to corner us and take us down. It doesn't need to be "twisty".

Well, there you go. Exactly. ...How are things going with that, by the way?

Well, no fucking duh about that. But he's "the Buddha". Doesn't he always do something tricky?

...That's not really any of your business. Anymore. But fine, I think.

He's been tricky enough, if you ask me. I can't imagine what else he might try, but...we need to be on our toes.

It was just a question. I'm trying to be friendly. You know what that means, right?

...Yeah. Just have to be ready for anything, I guess.

Of course I do. That was my friendly response.

Hm. That's what we do.

All right; so I won't ask you about yourself. Better?

I try not to talk about personal shit as a general rule, so I guess so.

...I think I'm gonna. Sit down until something happens.

Fine. It's just odd, considering how everyone else on this ship is.

...I...Zoro, if I'd had any idea this was going to happen...

Yeah. Buncha nosy gossips, don't know how I put up with 'em.

...I wouldn't have, either. Neither of us can see the damn future. Unless, y'know, this is part of a setup you orchestrated to weaken us, but I don't think that's likely.

I used to feel that way too.

...I'm a little concerned that I'm not going to make it through this with the use of my right arm intact.

Mm. They grow on you, right?...Doesn't mean I'm gonna take to their gossiping ways.

...Heh. You shoulda gone to Chopper.

It's not always gossip. I just want to know...you know. ...How you are.

Don't start.

...

...I'm...good? I think. Aside from our current clusterfuck. How are...you.

You brought it up.

...Roughly the same.

Yes, well. There's nothing Chopper could have done.

Mm-hm........Is that it? Huh. That was short and relatively painless.

That's underestimating him. He's fucking good at what he does.

...Well, generally if we were going to have a proper talk, we would actually...talk. But I don't know how to do that without you taking offense, so I've given up.

I know. I just didn't see the sense in bothering him, really. How was I to know this would happen?

...I'm not gonna get offended at talking. We've talked some before. I just think it's fucking awkward to talk to you about the cook, especially ON HIS JOURNAL. And obviously we're not gonna go into your shit.

Well you can go now, can't you.

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Well I didn't want to talk about him. I just asked, and you got...defensive. I was expecting something to the effect of "Fine," and then a subject change. I just thought it might be polite to ask. We don't have to "go into" anything. I just can't talk to you about anything without getting a suspicious look.

I just did, thank you very much.

...I'm working on that, dammit. I did the same damn thing to Robin when I was getting used to HER, anyway. Less, but I think I should be allowed a look, considering.

And?

...Well. All right, fine.

And he gave me something that I'm supposed to rub on it twice a day. It's orange.

Hn. ...Fighting together with us like this will probably help. Which seems wrong what with how this mess is fucked up, but there y'go.

Orange, huh...He made me drink bright pink gloop one time. Is it helping, is the important thing.

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...I feel the same way, honestly.

It's helping a bit. Normally I don't like going to doctors. When I worked for the government, the medical solution to everything tended to involve drugging the subject up and telling them not to move for six weeks.

Hn. Fire forges stronger steel, I guess. ...Fuck, that was cliche. My sensei used to say it, that's not on me.

...That's unpleasant. N'doesn't seem very efficient.