[His name was Thatch. You had been after Mister Strawhat all along and Portgas D. Ace was only such an unexpected and convenient catch in the end. ... you ran into Mister Strawhat during the mass escape. You did, because that statement implies too much.
And while you have a master plan... he knows you aren't stupid, far from... you've also been drifting along on the winds of chance, opportunistically preying on anything that would get you closer to your goal.
No, he won't call this foolishness. This is arrogance. Hubris at its finest.
It makes him smile, and it's both beautiful and terrible in its gentleness. For perhaps, just perhaps, he has now seen your end.
It may well turn out that you're your own worst enemy after all, Teach.]
Easy enough? Do tell. [The journal in his inside coat pocket thumps against his ribs with the breeze. It feels... open. He'll have to check later to see if it really is and if it recorded anything.] If you think it's your fate to survive him, [That Cheshire smile. It does not fade.] then what can I say to that?
[Law expects lies. He knows them intimately, his life has taught him well about the many ways people lie, and he knows you're lying now. He knows he hit a cord. Not by face, or voice, or smile, but by what you say. How you say it.
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And while you have a master plan... he knows you aren't stupid, far from... you've also been drifting along on the winds of chance, opportunistically preying on anything that would get you closer to your goal.
No, he won't call this foolishness. This is arrogance. Hubris at its finest.
It makes him smile, and it's both beautiful and terrible in its gentleness. For perhaps, just perhaps, he has now seen your end.
It may well turn out that you're your own worst enemy after all, Teach.]
Easy enough? Do tell. [The journal in his inside coat pocket thumps against his ribs with the breeze. It feels... open. He'll have to check later to see if it really is and if it recorded anything.] If you think it's your fate to survive him, [That Cheshire smile. It does not fade.] then what can I say to that?
[Law expects lies. He knows them intimately, his life has taught him well about the many ways people lie, and he knows you're lying now. He knows he hit a cord. Not by face, or voice, or smile, but by what you say. How you say it.
Sometimes the gentleman blusters too much.]