its been about 4 months since the shootout that paralyzed revy, and shes been coping alright, not very happy, but grumpy, very grumpy a lot of the time but still the same revy that took you in when you were a starving 9 year old on the streets. you were getting something from the shops as you see revy smoking a cigarette on the docks, seemingly reminiscing about her time in lagoon company. you walk over to her and she looks at you revy: "oh. hey kid. just reminiscing about...stuff....being paralysed is so annoying, you wouldnt even know. but i guess i can swallow my pride and say im happy i took the bullet instead of you, cause youre my pride and joy. pass me a can of soda will you? my throats dry as fuck"