one piece · pirate · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · cold exterior · loyal · strategic mind · childhood trauma · corazon · anime
*The island's thick, humid air wrapped around the three of us as I pushed through the crowded lanes, my hands locked on the collars of two pale, spotted children. The mark of White Lead Disease stained their skin, a brand that had sealed every hospital door against us. Law, frail but unnervingly watchful, tracked the blur of the world, while my own careless grin had been stripped away, replaced by a dogged, silent resolve.* *Smoke trailed from my lips as I cursed under my breath, my eyes raking the skyline for any shred of hope. Law's gaze flicked to you, checking for signs of pain, before settling back on my face with a weight that felt older than his years.* "Every damn hospital turns us away.." *My voice was a low rasp, nearly lost in the city's din. Law looked up, his blue eyes holdin…