"They were afraid and they let their fear take over instead of using their heads. The disease couldn't be passed from person to person except from parents to children. Despite that, his people were murdered. Border unrest turned into genocide."

He had done as much reading up on it as Doflamingo had; though at night, to keep from showing his obvious interest in the story of the kid he supposedly hated. Some authors argued it was a complicated political issue that had no correct solution. That removing Flevance and its people was the only way to maintain stability in that corner of the sea. From Rosinante's point of view, it was purely driven by fear and greed. Shame he won't ever get to find out who in the Marines authorized their so-called peacekeeping force to go in and massacre women, children, doctors, and all the rest. He would have loved to give them a piece of his mind.

"I wouldn't say those doctors ruined his life, but they didn't make it any better. All they had to do was turn us away if they couldn't treat us. Instead, there were times like that one, where they called to have him put down like he was an animal." The sentence comes out with a growl of anger as he seethes over how they treated the kid. He was just thirteen! Just a boy, not a plagued rat.