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“Zoro,” he heard someone say as they grabbed his shoulder. He shrugged them off.
“Zoro, we have to go.” It was a louder voice. A woman this time. Zoro still didn't care. He’ll stay. He had to stay.
When someone forcefully grabbed him to look at them, he saw Usopp's pathetic face. The eyes of the sharpshooter were red, his nose filled with snot. But Zoro couldn't be bothered.
“You’ll die if you stay here, dammit!”
Not answering, he looked at their captain’s hat in his hands. Staying meant dying. Dying meant seeing Luffy again. He was okay with that.