Moving Roronoa-ya and the pile of lumber had been just as easy as the crayon... but of course, Cora wouldn't know. Law sighs. He looks away, soon, because it's easier than even thinking about being alone.
And despite the easy words that follow, the promise that it'd be either neither of them or both... hah. Like Law's ever going to trust that promise again.
(It's only a second, the twist to his expression, a flash in his eyes, but it's there. He's not quick enough to hide it.)
"... I'm holding you to that," he answers after a pause, quiet. In his mind, he promises himself that no, it's not going to be like that. Either it's neither of them... or just him. Cora will never, ever, ever, die for him again.
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Moving Roronoa-ya and the pile of lumber had been just as easy as the crayon... but of course, Cora wouldn't know. Law sighs. He looks away, soon, because it's easier than even thinking about being alone.
And despite the easy words that follow, the promise that it'd be either neither of them or both... hah. Like Law's ever going to trust that promise again.
(It's only a second, the twist to his expression, a flash in his eyes, but it's there. He's not quick enough to hide it.)
"... I'm holding you to that," he answers after a pause, quiet. In his mind, he promises himself that no, it's not going to be like that. Either it's neither of them... or just him. Cora will never, ever, ever, die for him again.