[...and if you wanted to know just how similar those injuries are to the ones you died with, mama, the brief, recoiling look on Nami's face should be enough. She freezes, hands clutching the blanket. A few seconds where her mind just goes blank. Or goes backward. To the sound Bellemere made when Arlong did that to her arm in the first place.
Well. It's sort of tempting to freak out a little right about now.]
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Well. It's sort of tempting to freak out a little right about now.]