[He doesn't really want to launch into a long explanation of why Law was feared. It's devastating to even think of - the boy who was the only survivor of the World Government's genocide against white lead. The long battle of the last six months against his illness and the doctors who would rather see him exterminated than treated wore on them both. And he doesn't want to make this about Law - his heart does, sure, but he needs to console Mary, not wallow in his own grief over being separated from the boy.]

They were afraid they would catch his sickness, even though they couldn't. They called him a monster. But he was the smartest, bravest little boy I've ever met. He's going to be a great doctor someday, I just know it.

[And now he's getting misty-eyed from fondness and the pain of loss. Great. He blinks it back, shakes his head.]

You can do art, and you make people smile wherever you go. You're not hated here.