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"Will it heal alright?" Doflamingo asks, touching the bandage over his eye that Trebol has just finished affixing.
Even half-blind Doffy can see the way that he grimaces as he asks.
"It may scar, young master. You'll have to be prepared for that."
Doffy nods. In the sick pit of his stomach he knows he will never see out of that eye again. It must show on his face, because Trebol puts a hand on his shoulder.
"We'll help you make them pay for what they've stolen from you."
Cold lances through Doffy's chest but a grim smile comes anyway.