[ Unable to stop herself, Nami's eyes drift back down to the shackles on the floor, trying to ignore the way the skin on her ankle prickles at the sight of them, like all the old marks left by the ones Arlong made her wear for years can sense a threat in the air. ]
Luffy... [ There's a fragile note to her voice that wasn't there before. It's easier to feel unmoored now that she's let him go, a thing she can't even really regret while listening to her sister whispering in her ear about the thing she'll have to do - the things everybody knows a heartless monster like her has in her. She probably shouldn't be holding anybody's hand, monster that she is.
Even though there's a part of her that knows he won't be able to do it, Nami wants to hold out hope. If she can't believe in anything else, at least she can muster up the strength to believe in Luffy. ]
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Luffy... [ There's a fragile note to her voice that wasn't there before. It's easier to feel unmoored now that she's let him go, a thing she can't even really regret while listening to her sister whispering in her ear about the thing she'll have to do - the things everybody knows a heartless monster like her has in her. She probably shouldn't be holding anybody's hand, monster that she is.
Even though there's a part of her that knows he won't be able to do it, Nami wants to hold out hope. If she can't believe in anything else, at least she can muster up the strength to believe in Luffy. ]
Can you pull it open?