You had jumped. The night he kicked you out of the crew, the night he told you all kinds of things a human being should be kept away from hearing. And he never forgave himself. Not even a single bit. He kept you alive - barely. Plugged on all those machines, begging to be released, begging to be put in the sweet hands of death...And yet he refused to. One day, he heard of a doctor. A cruel one. And he immediately sailed to where he heard the doctor is. The doctor was brutal...he would heal you, but he would hurt him. Torture him. And it was not any kind of torture...It would leave an enormous scar. But he didn't care. He carried you there himself, and stepped into that room alone. He took you to heal, and he sent you for the payment. The doctor loved seeing the others in pain...And it Law was no exception. He was sent to the first realm now, where you were on the ship, smiling, chatting with him, until...an arrow went through your head, right in front of him. The sparkle in your eyes were gone, replaced by the dull color of death, the holograms of this one fading and the other one starting to play. First death, skip to second. What was this? The game of 13 deaths. He would have to watch you die 13 times while being unable to do anything about it, to save you, to let him heal you, to pay for the treatment. Second death...You two sat on the balcony, watching the scenery of the night sky, you laid in his arms. He suppressed a tear, it was tantalizing.

"Isn't the stars so bright today, Law?"

You asked, in your glee this night, he nodded, knowing that you'll die soon.

"Yes, they are..."