"I don't care about your dead friends. What I care about is a man standing in front of me who doesn't have a damn clue about how valuable his life is, whether he's able to spend it like cash or not."

Luffy's hand peels away, breaking free of Jack's grasp as the two lock eyes in the desperate bindings of one another's resolve. They're practically combating with their eyes, the pirate trying to make his stubborn point known that Luffy does not believe his life to be worth the risk.

Luffy is the first to break their gaze, stepping back a step or two before the shirt at his top is ripped away. A giant "X" marks his front, layers of flesh seemingly burnt to the bone as the new wound is far more fresh than it should be.

"You're too much a hero for your own good. It's better a criminal be the one to go. Besides, if I live, maybe Sarah will bring me a banquet."