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"You should have gone with Miss. Goldenweek, Daz."
"I told you. I go where you go. If that's straight to hell, then so be it."
He had been Mr. Zero's assassin, and had been Sir Crocodile's bodyguard, never knowing that the two men were the same.
Now, in all likelihood, he would die side by side with him in the unholy pit of the World Government's torture prison.
In their holding cell, Crocodile slumped over and rested his head on his shoulder. Daz felt that if they could bring each other some comfort before the end it would be enough.