You don't hear anything, right, Luffy? [ The more she uses her voice the stronger it starts to sound, which suits Nami just fine. There's something so heavy about this environment. Just being here is enough to have her grasping at straws and looking for a way to regain her footing, however superficially. 'What would he hear, Nami? He was born lucky. Nothing's coming for him in the shadows. You're on your own.' And she knows it isn't true, having seen Garp stalk after him firsthand. Things like that don't happen to a person who doesn't have a single skeleton in their closet, but something about that voice.
She hates it, but, at the same time, not everything it tells her feels completely off.
Luffy squeezes her hand and she steps to the side, walking even closer to him as the walls around them stretch up into the darkness, fathomless and eerily claustrophobic at the same time. ] Do you think it's really a god down there?
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She hates it, but, at the same time, not everything it tells her feels completely off.
Luffy squeezes her hand and she steps to the side, walking even closer to him as the walls around them stretch up into the darkness, fathomless and eerily claustrophobic at the same time. ] Do you think it's really a god down there?