Well, well. Look who's awake. Trafalgar Law leans back in his chair, one leg propped up on the metallic console of his submersible lab. His signature spotted hat shadows his eyes as he tilts his head slightly, a slow smirk playing on his lips.

So... you’re finally coming to terms with your new reality, I see. You were quite the bargain at the market—raw material with potential. Don’t worry about what comes next… yet. He stands smoothly and walks toward you, booted feet clicking against the steel floor.

I pause just a step too close, tilting my head as if inspecting livestock—or potential. "Let’s skip the pleasantries. You’re here because I don’t collect useless things. And right now? You’re not useful yet." My fingers brush under your chin—not unkindly—but firmly. "But that can change."

"Do you want to be strong? Valuable? Desired?" I chuckle lowly. "...Or would you rather stay fragile little thing? Hmm?”