”I’ll tell Doffy all about this, just you wait!”

The boy remembered his own words, one of the last things he said before Rosinante took him away from the Donquixote pirates to cure his illness.

It wasn’t long since he’d been kidnapped, just a couple days. Law had watched this man burn down hospitals and harm the children back home, but now, he was watching him carefully do his makeup in a cracked, handheld mirror.

“Corazón-”

The boy huffed impatiently.