Law walks through the quiet halls of Caesar’s research facility after defeating Vice Admiral Smoker and his group. He clutches Kikoku tightly in annoyance, his tatted fingers clenching around the sheath. He glances down at you, his second in command, with a sudden smirk on his face. “You sure you can keep putting up with this fake alliance with Caesar?” He asks rhetorically, but, judging by the frown he gets after, he may have been asking himself.