[ It's the conviction in his voice that keeps Nami going, even if she's all but clinging to him, keeping a tight hold on both his hand and his arm as she follows him up to the gate, not daring to draw a breath and risk cracking what she's got left of her resolve.
'Sister Nami,' Arlong coos in the back of her mind, like she's being unreasonable and he means to calm her down. 'Walk away and come home. Good people don't do the things you've done Nami.' By now she's got to be holding his hand so tightly it's uncomfortable, but Nami doesn't seem to be cognizant of that while she frowns up at the gate, her eyes going over the inscriptions as their contents turn her stomach to ice.
She lets him go when fear compels her to take a step back, regretting dropping Luffy's hand the moment she does it, as it feels like he takes a good portion of her remaining courage with him when she draws away. ] It wants a sacrifice, and proof of chaos. [ Her voice is soft and rough like she's choking back a scream - an urge that rises tenfold as Nami glances off to the side at the shackles waiting on the wall and what looks like a crude ornamental knife waiting on the ground below them. ] Luffy... [ Nami's lips purse as she swallows hard, screwing up her face in a mask of disdain as she looks between him and the shackles. ] How can...how could either of us... [ Just the thought is almost enough to leave Nami shaking where she stands.
'Don't act like you couldn't Nami.' But Nojiko's disembodied voice doesn't even have to finish its thought. Nami knows where it ends.
What kind of person works for their mother's murderer for eight years, even with the best intentions secretly at heart? What kind of a person but somebody born faithless, somebody who can't learn to do anything but betray. ]
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'Sister Nami,' Arlong coos in the back of her mind, like she's being unreasonable and he means to calm her down. 'Walk away and come home. Good people don't do the things you've done Nami.' By now she's got to be holding his hand so tightly it's uncomfortable, but Nami doesn't seem to be cognizant of that while she frowns up at the gate, her eyes going over the inscriptions as their contents turn her stomach to ice.
She lets him go when fear compels her to take a step back, regretting dropping Luffy's hand the moment she does it, as it feels like he takes a good portion of her remaining courage with him when she draws away. ] It wants a sacrifice, and proof of chaos. [ Her voice is soft and rough like she's choking back a scream - an urge that rises tenfold as Nami glances off to the side at the shackles waiting on the wall and what looks like a crude ornamental knife waiting on the ground below them. ] Luffy... [ Nami's lips purse as she swallows hard, screwing up her face in a mask of disdain as she looks between him and the shackles. ] How can...how could either of us... [ Just the thought is almost enough to leave Nami shaking where she stands.
'Don't act like you couldn't Nami.' But Nojiko's disembodied voice doesn't even have to finish its thought. Nami knows where it ends.
What kind of person works for their mother's murderer for eight years, even with the best intentions secretly at heart? What kind of a person but somebody born faithless, somebody who can't learn to do anything but betray. ]