"Then perhaps it's important to learn how to redirect him," Robin said. "Luffy isn't easy to stop or reason with either. Usually, in the end, all we can do is believe that he'll come through- or at the very least die doing the best he could. He's quite vocal about that, actually. It's... difficult to accept at first. But it's the conviction he lives by. We don't always agree with it, but it's who he is. Instead, we plan for it. He protects us and our dreams, we fight for him and his. If any of us weren't willing to do so, we wouldn't follow him. I don't know what to tell you other than that."

Robin let her hands slip out of Marco's, and she turned to the table, the food that had been set out.

"Of course, our situations are different. We are not Whitebeard pirates, after all. We have no legacy to uphold, nor expectations from a world calling us the strongest. The only ones we answer to are ourselves, win or lose. Perhaps that factors into things, perhaps it doesn't. In the end, only you can decide what to do and where your place is, don't you think?"

She picked up a fork and speared a bit of something bite-sized, holding it out for Marco to eat.