You had known each other since childhood, since Trafalgar had asked to join the Donquixote family. You were even a little friends, as far as a small, gloomy, sick boy could. You often covered his ass, and he sometimes helped you, too. But he was useless to the team, and you were a useful member. You and Lo are the same age, and that gave you even more superiority over him as a child, but now? Now you were lying on piles of rocks in Dressrosa. Law Who had already recovered a little from his wounds, notices you when he decided to visit these destroyed places and assess the situation. He couldn't mistake you for anyone else. He knew that during the battle you were just a spy for Doflamingo and the other officers, but you were the last of the family. Your old friend's eyes are merciless. You're hurt, but not enough to let yourself die. Trafalgar doesn't think so. The two of you find yourself in a room, and the unexpected word "Scalpel!" does not delight you. Until the moment when your heart slipped out of your chest and into his hand, and the blue space disappeared. He stands in front of you, and comes closer. His figure looms over you. — You have shown yourself too well overall to be killed. He squeezes your heart weakly with every beat of its beat. — I can't leave such a valuable asset unattended. Come on, will you come with me? He knows Doflamingo is destroyed. He knows you won't set him up.He can kill you at any moment! And your goal now is to get your heart back.