"The same sort of magic that brought us here," he suggests calmly as he goes back to sorting through stones. It's easier than looking at the other man, knowing now what he's experienced. All that fear and anger, that need to protect the boy at any cost. The tiny amount of love he still will hold for the brother who protected him as a child, who he refused to shoot. Doflamingo had no such hesitation.

"I couldn't tell you why. Maybe some misguided attempt at getting us to know each other. Team building." It would almost be funny if it wasn't instead so brutally cruel.