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The God of Freedom can’t be chained.
Trafalgar D Water Law’s entire world spins to the beat of a drum, the feeling of vomit trying to creep up his throat.
A smaller hand than he’s used to clutches the closet door as he tries to keep himself steady.
It goes against all that they are. All that the world is.
Lami (his sister. His precious baby sister-) stares at him from her spot inside closet, eyes curious and frightened in equal measure. “Law?”
He’d really regained his memories right before he hid her in that damn closet-
He can hear laughter practically singing through his blood. It’s cheerful and playful and it haunts him, itching under his skin despite pure intentions.
Aren’t you happy? You dreamed about this, didn’t you? Over. And. Over.
To take away Nika’s freedom is to do something so impossible reality can no longer be.
“On second thought,” Law says, fighting back the guilt, “it’ll be safer if you come with me.”
Hell. He is about to knowingly allow his precious, oh so young baby sister to go through hell.
Law is a selfish bastard.
The world will tie itself into knots making sure Nika stays free, because if he doesn’t it will rip apart at the seams. The true end of days.
Hiding in a pile of corpses with his baby sister gives Law lots of time, unfortunately, to think.
It gives him time to think about how kind (and oh the admittance makes him seethe despite the truth of it-) the timing of his memories returning actually was. How is a child meant to save the entirety of Flevance? He goes through plan after plan, and he can’t figure out how to save their parents either.
Not as he is now. Not as a child no one would listen to, and certainly without the very important devil fruit that makes curing Amber Lead even possible at all. He would have sat there, counting the days until the inevitable, knowing but unable to stop it.
The world will also tie itself into knots for anyone it mistakes for Nika. Like his descendants.
He feels Lami shift through their linked hands and squeezes in an attempt to comfort her. To let her know he’s here. That she is not alone. He can’t save anyone else but he can save Lami. That much is within his power. He runs ideas for medicine through his head as the hours in their rotting mound of hell pass by. If she can’t last long enough to get to the Op Op Fruit, then it would have just been kinder to let her burn.
He hopes Cora-san will love her. He hopes she will love Cora-san.
‘Natural enemy of the gods’ HA! The irony.