"I... it's..." He takes a deep breath and stops himself. He wants to be honest with Law after all the lies and all the guilt, but honesty isn't always helpful. The honest truth is that he never thought he could have an impact like this on someone's life, because he has always held something of a dim view of his own worth. Who is he, to expect anything from anyone? He's lived in the hopes of making the world a better place for other people while never thinking much about himself, because he doesn't matter.

"It's just that nobody has ever done something like this for me," he says, shakily. "I like it, I think it's beautiful." He just doesn't think he's worth it, but stops short of saying so. He gave his life willingly, and didn't need anything in return. Law's thoughts would have been enough. The tattoos are a wonderful tribute, and fitting - black on Law's skin, rather than white. If only he could work out how to put the gratitude into words without feeling guilty.