[ Oh. ]

[ Before Sanji-san, Pudding would not have understood the sentiment. Would have been quietly affronted, kept that behind her teeth, at the idea of sacrificing everything - including other people and herself - to keep one person alive. ]

[ Now she understands. ]

[ If Law was thirteen, and Rosinante was the age he looks now, then it's likely not the same kind of love. But it is, undoubtedly, love. ]

[ She wets her lips, takes a slow breath, and nods. ]

If you trust him that much, then I do, too.

[ There's an edge of lie to that, but far less than there could have been, months ago. She'll try. ]

[ And then, abruptly, the constantly winding clockworks in her head finish doing the math. ]

[ Rosinante is a marine. She would never have made the connection. Donquixote isn't a common surname, per se, but it's not completely unheard of (at least, when you've got the information gathering resources of a Yonko,) for marines to share similar or identical names with world nobles. Breaks in lineage dating who-knows-how-far back. ]

[ But Law was thirteen, and Rosinante is in his twenties, and Law took down Doflamingo with a vengeance - ]

[ She is going to keep that one behind her teeth. ]