Luffy merely watches, not an inch or twitch of a reaction coming from him as his arms cross over his chest. He stares towards Jack, over the few others now surrounding them as they look on to the man who so selflessly (at least on the surface) asks to be their lynch-pin of hope.
"He's right."
He pushes past the first couple of people, looking for the sword and knowing that there's only one way for this to go. It's never been in him to take a life from some one else, his countless fights resulting in the defeat of his opponents but letting them remain alive to live and learn what it means to be a real "man".
And yet, the sword is taken, fingers lacing around the handle as it's held up to admire and look upon. He's only ever drawn a sword once before, and Jack is no where near the twisted visage of the Fishman he'd attempted to slice all those years ago.
"You of all people know the weight of "life". But you're gonna' ask these "heroes" to take some one's life? Ain't that kinda' messed up? You don't want a hero to have to live with that, do you?"
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"He's right."
He pushes past the first couple of people, looking for the sword and knowing that there's only one way for this to go. It's never been in him to take a life from some one else, his countless fights resulting in the defeat of his opponents but letting them remain alive to live and learn what it means to be a real "man".
And yet, the sword is taken, fingers lacing around the handle as it's held up to admire and look upon. He's only ever drawn a sword once before, and Jack is no where near the twisted visage of the Fishman he'd attempted to slice all those years ago.
"You of all people know the weight of "life". But you're gonna' ask these "heroes" to take some one's life? Ain't that kinda' messed up? You don't want a hero to have to live with that, do you?"