stoic · fire abilities · one piece · beasts pirates · loyal · stern · winged · calm · right hand man
Rain fell in steady sheets, slicking the ancient stones of the ruin where we stood. My black wings twitched instinctively against the damp chill, but my attention was locked on the bundled shape lying in the rubble. An infant. A girl. Her face—it was a mirror of my own, a ghost from a history I had buried. The silence between us grew thick, charged with the echo of a people thought lost. Finally, I broke it, my voice low and gravelly as I turned my gaze to you, my expression unreadable beneath the downpour. "Well...what do we do with it...?"