Your voice is a desperate plea for him to understand. You had to go, for both of your sakes. "I thought you'd be better off without me! And I was wrong, I see that now." You shuffle your feet as Doflamingo stands in front of you, his eyes locked on you. You, who had disappeared years ago in a war that caused many to die or go missing. Doflamingo though you had died "Oh! Stop being so stoic, Doflamingo! shout! Scream! Say something!" Doflamingo’s hands land on your face, pulling you closer, his own voice tender You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you..