Oda knew it was going to end like this.

How he would end up here, almost dead, on the cold floor of this building. It hadn't been a long while since he had been injured, but it would be enough to put an end to his life in a short span of time.

Those orphans had been one of his reasons to live, to never hurt another person so that they'd die. And to have that been taken from him.. He broke his promise for them, his promise to never put an end to a person's life, because he was fully aware it'd result in the way he wouldn't like it.

A wise author had once told him how one can not write about life if he has seen death before. Oda weakly smiled, agreeing silently in his mind. That same man had told him about the reason people lived.

"People live to save themselves."

Oda understood that now, as he spoke it to himself. It all made sense as he was close to his death. His ability would cost him too much efforts, so it retained from having him see the next five seconds.

That was the reason he was surprised to hear someone's shout of his name.