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Chapter 73: Noble Steeds and Nobler Speeches

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Sex (aka the usual suspects)

Shaking the blood off your hands, you stood up. You tossed the knife on top of Kid before he could stand, decorating his chest with more blood. He rolled his shoulders and stretched as he got up. You might have healed him, but his body had still been dead, and was probably very sore.

"Hello? Eustass-ya? Are you just going to leave me like this?" Law was laid-out exhausted on the ground, wounds still raw from their fight against Big Mom.

"Ain't ya a doctor?"

"Fuck you! Can't you see the state I'm in? I saw what your doc can do. Make her heal me, too."

Kid threw his head back and laughed. "I can't make her do anything. Yer on yer own, Trafalgar." By the time Kid was done talking to Law, you had already walked off. Kid speed-walked after you, trying hard not to appear like a puppy chasing after its owner.

You walked through throngs of people still fighting. Any time someone shot at you or went to cut you, your body responded by moving the flesh around the object. With the tiny amount of observation haki you had awakened, you could feel just before something hit you, and used your devil fruit accordingly. It seemed to the enemy that things passed right through you without harming you. Holes opened in your body before bullets hit and closed after the bullet was through you. It was incredible what you could do when you weren't half-dead or otherwise incapacitated.

As you walked through the fighting, some of the Beast Pirates stared at you. You assumed it was because of what you were doing with your devil fruit or just because you appeared menacing in general. A few of them would whisper and back away. Some would straight up run. You didn't pay them much mind. You were focused on getting back to Mini and then finding the rest of the crew to see if they needed your abilities. As you continued, a man ran into you and bounced off, landed on his ass in the dirt. The man's eyes went wide, rushing to get to his feet.

He gasped. "It's P-P-Patricia." He skittered away running and yelling a warning. "IT'S PATRICIA. RUN!"

What the fuck? The fucking name you had made up? No fucking way. You laughed to yourself.

Kid was following you. You could sense it. You ignored him. Instead, you glanced over to Mountain God, who was chasing unsuspecting Beast Pirates into Mini's mouth. Good for her. You watched them a few minutes longer, strangely bringing you memories of Killer. You had a loving partner that took pride in feeding you, too, once. You had lost something in Wano and Mini had found something. If Killer was here, you would expect him to be by Kid's side. Since he wasn't...well... Your heart sunk at the thought.

Instead of dwelling on it, you focused on tearing apart the Beast Pirates who got in your way. The only reason you came here was to kill Kid. This wasn't your fight and you couldn't care less about it if you tried. But since you decided to let Kid live for now, you needed to take out your anger on everyone else. The rival pirates around you seemed to find themselves exploding or having all their limbs fall off or turning inside out. You were having fun with it, as a treat.

Kid finally caught up to you. "Hey, ya see me fight? I name a move after ya. Did ya see it?" Kid kept going even when you ignored him. "Punk Rotten. Cool, huh? I could do it again right now if ya want. Do ya want me to?" He was feigning nonchalantness, very very poorly.

You were about to answer him with something snarky, but a pair of voices calling out to Kid distracted you. Your features softened as you saw Heat and Wire running up to Kid. They didn't notice you at first, but when they did, their expressions changed to something of hesitant optimism. Heat put his hand on your shoulder in an experimental half-hug, then decided to go for the full thing. You returned it, both because you did miss Heat, and because you knew Kid was burning with jealousy.

As if on cue, Kid mumbled. "He gets a hug and all I got was stabbed."

"I'm surprised she didn't kill you," Wire said.

"SHE DID!"

"What?" Wire and Heat said simultaneously, Heat pulling away to look down at you.

"No I didn't." You said plainly. "He's being dramatic."

"ARE YA FUCKIN SERIOUS?" Kid's face turned red. "I AM NOT BEING DRAMATIC. SHE REALLY DID!"

"Kid, I did not kill you. You're imagining things. You lost a lot of blood."

Kid stared at you. "YER DOING THAT THING! GASSING ME! LIGHTING ME ON FIRE! FUCK WHAT IT'S CALLED BUT YER DOING IT!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Kid's head and neck was so red you thought he might explode.

Wire redirected Kid's attention. "Where is Killer? He was with you the last time we saw each other."

"Killer?!" Forget about Kid. Your worries about the first mate came back in full force. "He's here?! Does that mean he's okay?!"

Heat and Wire both nodded. They had forgotten the last time you saw him, he was still not himself.

You shoved Kid. "Why didn't you tell me that?!" He, of all people, knew how sick with worry you were when it came to Killer.

"I'm sorry I didn't think of it when YA WERE KILLING ME OVER AND OVER!"

Kid was completely ignored. Killer consumed your mind now. You needed to see him and know that he was alright. There was some relief knowing that he was Killer again, but now you were worried about why he hadn't come back to Kid yet. If he was fine, he would have been by Kid's side already. You were hoping maybe he was just exhausted. Still, the Killer you knew would have powered through it. He was the most loyal first mate you had ever known.

You yelled for Mini. Heat and Wire noticeably flinched when she bounded over. Not realizing this was Mini, Wire assumed a fighting stance with his trident. Kid appeared uneasy even though he knew it was Mini. It was unnerving to see Mini in her monster form. For you, it was still the same Mini. She had always been an absolute terror in your eyes so little had changed. She was bigger. That was it. How she appeared to everyone now was simply how she saw herself before. Only when she started to transform back into a boar and you jumped on her back, did Wire put down his weapon. You would have to explain that later.

It was easier to fit through the halls of Onigashima as a boar. If Mini had stayed in her kaiju form, the ceilings would have caved in and the walls would have collapsed. Until you knew where Killer was, you wanted to avoid causing major structural damage. Having Mini made your life easier in a lot of ways. Your observation haki was awful, but when you had a boar with a powerful sniffer, you could at least find what you were looking for more often than not. Almost immediately it was clear that Mini was following a scent trail.

Within minutes, you could make out a form on the ground with a striped helmet and you were jumping off of Mini's back before fully realizing it was Killer. Seeing him so still put fear into you. Seeing the crack in his helmet made your heart stop. For a moment, you were terrified. The shallow rising of his chest barely quelled your fear. You wanted so badly to have Killer in your arms again. You hadn't truly had that in weeks. Kamazo was not Killer.

You hesitated to heal him. What if he isn't Killer when he wakes up? What if I get my hopes up and it's Kamazo again? That initial fear you thought was for his well-being was a more selfish fear that you wouldn't get the Killer you yearned for when he was healed. You felt guilty for thinking like this. You should be happy that he was still alive and be fearful about which version of him you would get later.

You trusted Mini to protect you. In your haste you didn't bother to check your surroundings for threats. Killer was all that mattered. The irony of hoping Killer was alive so you could save him, while being disappointed Kid was dead so you couldn't kill him was not lost on you. Though, you argued that it was fully justifiable in both cases. You gently removed Killer's helmet so you could triage his injuries. There was an unnatural shape to his head that made your breath catch in your throat. Your hand was trembling as it ran through Killer's hair and you couldn't stop tears from welling up. This wasn't how you imagined dancing your fingers through his blond locks again. Instead of the soft, silky texture you remembered, it was tangled and matted with blood. A shaky breath was finally allowed to pass when you were confident his skull was intact. The misshapen form wasn't a fracture, only a large hematoma. That still wasn't great, though a hemorrhage under the skin was much, much better than a hemorrhage under the skull. You knew you could fix it, so you shouldn't be as emotional as you were. Yet, you still let the tears fall as the radiant, golden glow of your devil fruit enveloped Killer in its embrace.

You hugged him, tucking his face into your shoulder and speaking lowly into his ear. "Please wake up, Kil." It was hard to get the next words out. "I never... I never got to say good bye to you." It hurt to say it out loud. Kid would never know how painful it was to be denied that. Even if it was Kamazo hearing it, some small part of it would have reached Killer, you were sure. "And I'm not ready to. I don't want to." You let all the hurt pour out, hoping that the emotion in your voice would tug Killer back to consciousness. "So you have to wake up, and you have to be you." You took a deep breath, trying to regain composure. "Or... or I'll be forced to consider you a bigger asshole than Kid, you big, blonde piece of shit."

You were startled into a sitting position by the unmistakable lurch of Killer's chest. He coughed and his eyes cracked open, struggling to focus. His voice was gravelly and interrupted by an involuntary laugh, "I've never heard you so emotional." One of his hands moved slowly, weakly to your head, feeling around. "No bumps. Fa fa fa. Must be a brain tumor."

The breath you were holding was able to leave freely. Leaning into his palm, you put your hands over his. You didn't notice that Kid, Wire, and Heat had caught up to you.

"He gets tears. I get stabbed." Kid grumbled behind you.

Killer vaguely registered what he said. "Who stabbed you?" He was barely conscious and struggling to piece things together.

"Our darling Bunny." He said through gritted teeth.

You snapped at Kid, "You can't call me that." With a much gentler tone you reassured Killer, "Kid is being a drama queen."

"SHE LITERALLY KILLED ME!" Kid yelled. "I SAW HELL! I WAS EATING TRAFALGAR'S ASS!"

Killer spoke low enough so that only you could hear. "It's okay if you killed him. I wanted to kill him when I found out what happened."

You grabbed his helmet and repaired it with your power. "I might have... only as many times as he deserved it though." You said it fast and without staring directly into his eyes.

"It was more than once?" He sat up, rubbing his head.

Changing the subject, you handed him his helmet. "I missed you so much, Kil."

It was comforting to be back on the Victoria Punk after everything that had happened. It was still not as comforting as you wanted it to be. You were back in your old bunk. Killer had been distant and while Kid was more than happy to open up his bed for you, you weren't ready. You thought things with Killer would go back to how they used to be before he was Kamazo. Sure, he might need some time to readjust, yet he acted the same as he always had with the crew. It was only with you that he acted strangely. It seemed like he was actively avoiding you. He kept interactions short. Killer wasn't actively being mean or shoving you aside, but it almost seemed like that to you when you had been so close before. When you tried to be affectionate, he subtly recoiled. You didn't know what you had done to deserve this reaction.

You had tried to solve it directly, but Killer always made an excuse to leave or pretended he didn't see you coming. Eventually, you just decided to give him space. You knew you could go to Kid for support. You didn't want to. You would just fall right into his arms again. Feelings had made you weak. You couldn't even hold a fucking grudge. It was awfully tempting though. Heat. Heat would listen to you and dick you down if you asked. Heat would save you from falling back into bad habits. Things were so tense after Onigashima and the Killer situation. Maybe that's what you needed to finally relax a little.

When you went to Heat's room, he wasn't there. Wire was. You always forgot they shared a room.

"Sorry. I was looking for Heat."

Wire kept looking at you.

"Just wanted to talk to him about something."

Wire still didn't say anything.

"Okay... guess I'll leave and find him then." You were mid-turn when a better thought popped into your head. You turned back to him. "Do you want to have sex? Purely business."

Wire acted like he was checking his watch. "Yeah, I've got time." Wire didn't have a watch.

Was it just you or did it feel better than normal? It hadn't been that long since you last got off. You couldn't be thathorny, right? Well, you were fucking Wire... You must have been touch-starved. It felt so good to have someone grabbing you and holding you, if holding your face down in a pillow still counted. Wire was rough with you. He used a few props, made a few marks, said vile, nasty things to you. It certainly satisfied your cunt, but your heart's pussy was still empty.

While you and Wire weren't the closest, you did feel like you should try to give him something out of this, other than pussy. Wire had some very specific requests that you weren't prepared for. You put him on his back and rode him. Not an easy thing when you were working with a horsecock. Selecting from the various things strewn over the bed, you picked up a riding crop, dragging the tip up Wire's arms, down his neck, over his nipples. Then you flicked it across his thigh behind you.

"Be a good boy or I'll take you behind the barn and shoot you."

Wire said something unintelligible through the leather bridle on his head. You took the bit out of his mouth so he could speak.

"That's not how you fucking do pony play."

"SO-RRY. I tried." You didn't try that hard. It wasn't really your thing but Wire indulged you so you were trying to return the favor. "How about this?" You bounced on him and mockingly sang, "Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy UP UP UP! Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy UP up up!"

"You're making a mockery of the sport and I don't appreciate it."

It was then that Heat finally showed up in his own room. He was completely unsurprised. "Oh sweet. Are we doing pony stuff?"

"It's pony play. Don't piss me off." Wire's eyebrows pushed together.

"Heat, so glad you're here." You put the bit back in Wire's mouth. "Time to be quiet, pony boy."

Heat sat on his bed on his side of the room. "Yeah? So should I also pony up or?"

"No, not for this." You continued to ride Wire. "I actually wanted to talk to you about Killer. And I was going to fuck you. But I found Wire first and he's not really the talking-to type."

Wire made some displeased horse-man noises.

"Sh!" You hit him with the crop again and swore you heard him moan. "Anyway, he's been acting really weird around me. Did I do something to piss him off? I thought things would be fine after... you know."

"Do you really want to talk about this..." He looked pointedly at the area where your genitals were connected. "...now?"

"Uh, yeah? That's why I'm here." You rolled your hips into Wire's pelvis. "Just ignore this... lame thoroughbred." You swore Wire moaned again. "And before you say anything. Yes, I tried talking to him but he keeps running away from me."

"Well..." Heat let out a sigh. "He hasn't said much but- hold on. Do you mind if I beat off?"

"Not at all."

"Okay, cool." Heat proceeded to palm his dick through his pants. "From what I know, I would wager he's beating himself up over something he did and instead of talking to you to see if you're even upset, he's already punishing himself for it."

You thoughtfully rode Wire for a few minutes. "I think I know what it is." It was what Kamazo did. You were sure of it. You had already forgiven him for it. "I wish he would have talked to me. I think it's probably about the whole Kamazo thing. He's probably thinking that I hate him for it. But I already forgave him. It wasn't his fault."

Heat nodded. "Yeah... I thought that could be the case. I think if you just managed talked to him to clear it up, he would be receptive."

"I'm going to have to corner him to force him to talk to me."

"Maybe you could ask Ki-"

"No. I'm not asking him for help."

"You're still upset?"

"If either of you ever repeat this I actually will take you behind the barn and shoot you." You glared at Wire and then Heat. "He broke my fucking heart."

Heat made the lips zipping motion.

"I'm not mad anymore. I'm just... I don't know." You thought about how desperate and sincere he was after you stabbed him. "I don't want to experience that again but I do want to experience him again." Your mind drifted to the image of him under you, warm blood on your hand. "I just- I-," Would he let you stab him while you fucked him? The image kept repeating in your head. Maybe just a little blood play. "I- hold on." You held up a finger for him to wait. "I'm gonna cum." You moved up and down Wire's length at a faster pace until the endorphins washed over you. "Nnn fuck." You moved your hips until the high subsided and then let Wire's hard cock slide out of you. You sat on his midsection to face Heat and crossed your legs. "As I was saying, my feelings towards him are complex. I'm hurt. My ego is wounded I guess, but I miss him."

Heat pointed to Wire's cock. "Are you going to finish that?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"Mind if I-?"

"Be my guest. Let's switch spots."

Heat took your seat and you took his. He put his dick next to Wire's and jerked them both off with his hands.

"What we should do is put a cock cage on him and make him wait until tomorrow to finish," you mused.

"Would that make you feel better?"

"You know what, Heat? I think it would."

After spending the night with Heat, then half the morning with Wire and Heat, you were finally clear-headed enough to talk to Killer. Wire was surprisingly good at pillow talk advice. You took back what you said about Wire not being the talking type. They had both hyped you up enough to confront Killer. You were feeling pretty good about it, but if he didn't want to continue his relationship with you, you at least deserved some closure. It would be awkward and you hoped that wasn't the case, but you respected him enough to accept his reasons. He never decided things lightly.

When you left their room, you came face to face with a certain Red Menace. You were both equally surprised. You stared at each other for several awkwardly silent seconds.

"So... yer here for...?"

"Advice."

"Aye...me too. Advice."

"For Killer, too, or...?"

Kid snorted. "Nah, doll."

"Oh. Me."

"Aye."

"Well. Come find me later. I guess." You started to walk away. "Oh, Kid?"

"What?"

"Be gentle. I just pegged the shit out of them."

Kid blinked a few times. "Ya got time for one more?"

That pulled a smile from you. Dammit. It was so hard to stay mad at him. "Depends on how good their advice is and if you take it."

Seeing Kid had shaken your determination. You knew you had to try though, and Killer would be in the galley at this time, which was perfect for forcing him to talk to you. You found yourself standing in front of the galley, deep in thought, mentally preparing to go in. It was now or never. You slipped through the swinging door. Killer had his back to you, taking inventory of the fridge. You knew he knew you were there. His observation haki was exceptional. Out of fairness, you let him turn around when he was ready, since you already had time to gather your own thoughts.

Killer finally turned around and gave you a small nod of acknowledgment.

"Hi."

It was hard to maintain eye contact without getting sad. "Why have you been avoiding me? Have I done something wrong?" You just came right out and said it.

Killer laughed involuntarily, a sure sign of his discomfort. "No."

"Then what is it? I thought we, you know, were something." You took a step towards him and he took a step backwards. That small movement caused a lump to get caught in your throat.

"I don't want to do this right now." Killer turned around.

"Well, I do!" You softened your tone. "Do you know how hard I tried to make you well again? How long Kid and I both tried? And how hard it is to see you with him again and not with me?" Your voice betrayed the level of hurt. "Kid told me that-" You had to pause to keep your voice from cracking. "He told me that it was always you and him, that I was never part of what you had. And I'm starting to think that was true." You hadn't expected the conversation to get this heavy, but maybe you hadn't realized how deep Killer's actions wounded you.

Killer whipped around. "That's not true!" He was quick to correct you.

"Then why? Why are you treating me this way?" You added, "If it's because of what Kamazo did, I've already forgiven you for that. It wasn't you. It was him."

"How could you?" Killer's tone was full of sadness. "How could you forgive me when the things I- he did were unforgivable?"

"Because I love you, Kil."

He turned his back to you again and put his helmet in his hands. "I can't accept it. Fa fa fa. I don't deserve it."

"But-"

"Please leave." Killer couldn't stop the maniacal laughing fit. "Now."

This was one time you didn't protest. You felt regret for forcing the conversation on him when he was clearly not ready to have it. Maybe it would have gone better if you had given him the time he needed. Knowing him, he would never be ready to talk about it. He was traumatized by someone using his body to hurt people he loved. You don't know why you thought it was going to go more smoothly. Heat was so wrong. You had this silly notion that Killer would let it all go when you said you forgave him. How stupid were you? You were being just as selfish as Kid, expecting things to go your way simply because you thought they would. You stood outside the galley in shock, wondering if you fucked up your shot at making things better with Killer for good.

Your vision was unfocused and your heart was racing. This was strange. It was breaking your heart in a completely different way. Killer admitted he still cared for you deeply, yet he refused to allow himself to. It was almost worse that he didn't want to be with you even though he still had feelings. Except, he didn't even say he didn't want to be with you. This was the opposite of closure. You were even more confused. At least Kid made it easier by telling you there weren't any feelings involved in the first place. That forced you to give up. Knowing Killer still cared was like dangling happiness just out of your reach. Why did you even choose to come back?

What you wanted was to be comforted. You couldn't go back to Heat and Wire's room. Kid was there, and you didn't want to see him. You knew you would end up back in his arms for all the wrong reasons. You didn't want to slap a bandaid on the heartbreak with the temporary love from another. Maybe that's what you had been trying to do with Heat and Wire in the first place. They did love you, but not in the way you wanted. You were spiraling. You didn't know what to do or where to go. You wanted to hide, to turn the world off for a minute.

After receiving some... clarity... from Heat and Wire, Kid debated whether or not your invitation was a trap. Did you actually want him to come find you or were you being sarcastic? He could always casually pass by you and see what the vibe was. Except, he couldn't find you. Anywhere. Kid was getting uncharacteristically worried until he remembered he could find you anywhere because of the hardware in your fake eye. He didn't want you to be mad at him for being where he wasn't wanted, but he was concerned that you were in the infirmary bathroom, and that you had been in there for hours. It reminded him of when they had gotten you back from being held captive, and it gave him anxiety. He didn't like picturing you like that. Kid stood outside the door and knocked hesitantly. When there wasn't any yelling, he knocked a little louder. When he still didn't hear anything, he turned the handle, expecting it to be locked. It wasn't. You were curled up in the bathtub with a few empty bottles, passed out. Most of the crew had been celebrating out in town after the raid. If you had wanted to get wasted for fun, you would have been with them. Kid thought about moving you somewhere more comfortable but he didn't want to make you more upset than you were.

At first, he didn't plan on doing anything about it. The more he thought about you, the more he wanted to. He knew that you had probably talked to Killer after he saw you leave Heat and Wire's room. That also explained why Killer had made himself scarce after their last meal. Kid grumbled to himself. This was usually Killer's job. Kid was no good at mending relationships. He couldn't even mend his own relationship with you. When he saw you for those few minutes earlier in the day, you seemed okay, a little down, but okay. To go from that to passed out in the bathtub, something catastrophic must have happened between you and Killer. Especially after the love Kid had seen in your face when Killer had regained consciousness in Onigashima. Kid didn't think you had ever looked at him like that. You probably never would either, with the mistakes he had made.

Kid could live with his mistakes. He didn't want to, but he knew what he had done and didn't blame you for not taking him back. What he couldn't do, was watch his best friend self-destruct, and lose his chance at having a second loving relationship. Killer deserved to be loved even if Kid had to watch from afar. Kid was selfish and could be jealous at times, but he wouldn't keep Killer from having a relationship with you. He loved Killer enough to keep him from also making a mistake he would regret. Which is why Kid was going to talk some sense into his first mate. Killer had done it so many times for him. It was Kid's turn to do it for Killer.

"Killer!" Kid kicked in the door to his first mate's room, only to find it empty.

As he stood in the doorway, trying to imagine where Killer might be, his first mate appeared behind him.

"What are you doing?"

"There ya are! Where were ya?!"

"With Heat and Wire."

Kid's eyebrows went up. "For?"

"Advice."

"Oh! Ya got yer dick sucked, too?"

"What? No!" Killer pushed past Kid and threw himself face down on the bed. "I want to be alone."

Kid clicked his tongue. "Nah. I ain't letting that happen."

"Excuse me?" Killer looked at Kid.

"I ain't sitting by and letting my best friend make a mistake." Kid puffed out his chest and was preparing to do his noble duty. "Killer for as long as I known ya, ya put yerself last. Ya spend all yer time takin care of me and the crew. We've been together a long time and ya always have my back. I love sharin this life with ya and I love knowin I got ya by my side. There's nothin better than havin ya to hold at night after a long day. And I know ya feel the same for me." Kid took a breath. "But I want ya to put yerself first for once. I won't let ya give up on lovin more than me. I messed up my own chances at lovin someone else but I ain't letting ya do that. Way back when we were kids, we both lost Victoria. We don't both hafta lose Y/N, too."

"Kid-"

"Kil, let me finish. I thought about this a lot." Kid found his train of thought again. "I know yer in love with her and I also know yer punishing yerself for all that Kamazo bullshit. Ya don't hafta stay away from her. Don't deny yerself the chance at love because of some bitch takin over yer body and takin it for a joy ride. She's not even mad at ya! She doesn't even care because she loves ya so much! Don't let her go! I wish I could go back in time and prevent myself from fuckin everything up. It's too late for me but it ain't too late for ya. I only care about seein ya happy, Kil. I would give ya the world if I could."

"I-" At this point, Killer was sitting up.

"No. no. Not done yet." Kid was animated as he spoke, with a lot of pantomiming and hand gestures. "Listen, Killer, Y/N is a once in a lifetime bad bitch. She's a bombshell. Titties out of control. Big fat ass. Soft in all the places ya want her to be. Pussy: unbeatable. Ya can't let them thick thighs walk away! Never in my life did I think I would see another woman as fierce as Vic. Ya know at first I thought she was only good for one thing and she drove me batshit insane but now I can see that she was good for us. She doesn't tolerate my shit and she won't let ya put yerself down. It's not enough to have her on the crew. She can kill a man by lookin at him and her words are just as deadly. I want her as a partner. Rotten ain't perfect but call me a maggot because I can't get enough." Kid was shaking Killer's shoulders. "Kil, ya gotta take her back! If ya don't what if she leaves the crew? Or worse, what if she starts dating Heat! or Wire!!? Killer, ya can't let that happen. They would treat her so much better than me and then I'll never have another chance again. I mean, I want ya to make the right choices. Yer gonna regret turning her away!"

"Are you done now?"

"Aye."

"I was gonna apologize and ask if she was still interested. I came in here to gather my thoughts."

"Fuck yeah! My speech worked!"

"Wha-? No I already made up my mind. Your shitty speech was mostly about you!"

"I gotta get her back, Killer. Ya gotta help me."

"No way! I have my own shit to fix!"

"FINE!" Kid folded his arms. "Was my speech that bad?"

"You had me in the first half." There was a silence before Killer spoke again. "Hey, did she really... did she actually kill you?"

"Killer, I'm not gonna lie." Kid nodded to himself. "I might have nutted. It was so fucking hot."

"Are you sure that it wasn't the quote "eating Trafalgar's ass" end quote?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"