It's not you assholes I'm giving up on! You said it, didn't you, that you gotta keep an eye on me in case I stab you in the back, and you know, you're right to think that, that's the fucking problem, isn't it?
[Panting a little, and he looks pissed off, but there's a tinge of desperation in his tone and a somewhat wild glint in his eyes.]
Where the hell was that before? Despite every shitty sign pointing to the contrary, you're not actually that much of an idiot, you OR Luffy. Both of you knew shit was going down with Ace and whoever else and—and you had to have noticed, right? Was I hiding it that damn well? If you thought I was acting suspicious, even a little, you never should've let me back into the damn galley, that's the easiest shitty way to get rid of people! But no, I wouldn't fuck with food, right? Because it is cowardly and food is my life and you trusted me and you see what happened?!
[He lets out a frustrated shout and abruptly turns, raising his leg and slamming his foot straight through the stone wall of the armory. It's stupid, and probably childish, and definitely not going to help anything, but there's been this rage building up inside of him for days now and talking to Zoro always seems to manage to make him throw a temper tantrum in one way or another.
By the time he lowers his foot back to the ground, he's still breathing unevenly, his chest heaving, and he can't look at Zoro, doesn't want to see his reaction, because disappointing him is almost as bad as disappointing Luffy...and also somehow worse at the same time.]
I can't go back. It's got nothing to do with Luffy or anybody else.
[He looks down at his hands, remembering how they burned when he was wrestling that pot from Luffy. When he speaks again, his words are soft and incredibly bitter.]
How could I possibly go back when I don't trust myself anymore?
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[Panting a little, and he looks pissed off, but there's a tinge of desperation in his tone and a somewhat wild glint in his eyes.]
Where the hell was that before? Despite every shitty sign pointing to the contrary, you're not actually that much of an idiot, you OR Luffy. Both of you knew shit was going down with Ace and whoever else and—and you had to have noticed, right? Was I hiding it that damn well? If you thought I was acting suspicious, even a little, you never should've let me back into the damn galley, that's the easiest shitty way to get rid of people! But no, I wouldn't fuck with food, right? Because it is cowardly and food is my life and you trusted me and you see what happened?!
[He lets out a frustrated shout and abruptly turns, raising his leg and slamming his foot straight through the stone wall of the armory. It's stupid, and probably childish, and definitely not going to help anything, but there's been this rage building up inside of him for days now and talking to Zoro always seems to manage to make him throw a temper tantrum in one way or another.
By the time he lowers his foot back to the ground, he's still breathing unevenly, his chest heaving, and he can't look at Zoro, doesn't want to see his reaction, because disappointing him is almost as bad as disappointing Luffy...and also somehow worse at the same time.]
I can't go back. It's got nothing to do with Luffy or anybody else.
[He looks down at his hands, remembering how they burned when he was wrestling that pot from Luffy. When he speaks again, his words are soft and incredibly bitter.]
How could I possibly go back when I don't trust myself anymore?