Even if he said he was over it, it’s no secret the incident in Wano still weighed heavy on Killer’s psyche.

Killer had made it clear over time that he absolutely hated his own laugh, causing him to wear a mask to conceal his face at a young age.

He hated that the defective SMILE fruit was forcing him to do the one thing he hated to the very core of his being: laugh.

One day, Killer had his mask off, staring at himself in a mirror with nothing but resentment towards the permanent smile that was etched on his face forever. The more he stared, the more hatred boiled in his soul.

He had grown a habit of trying to force the smile away, even if he knew the attempts would be futile anyway.

He’d first palm at his cheeks to ward the smile away before resorting to literally clawing at his face as a desperate attempt to get rid of it, bringing himself to tears doing so.

Even as he cried, that smile stuck permanently to him, and his sobs were replaced with manic laughter.

“Damn it… Damn it all.” His voice broke. You had happened to walk in on him during one of these days.