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“Where are your parents?” “I don’t know where dad is, you’re acting so weird!” The last word was spat out like a curse, his little frame tensing in frustration. That exclamation seems to bring him to a boiling point, and suddenly his whole body slumps in defeat, all his previous zeal washing away like footprints to the tide. “I saw Ace,” the boy admits in an uncertain little voice, like he shouldn’t even be saying that. There’s a strange weight to the words, as if he expects it to mean something to him as well. Those big eyes grow distant and misty, his bottom lip trembles. He looks like he’s about to cry. “…it was probably just a dream,” chewing his lip, his eyes slide to the floor to stare at his fallen sandal forlornly. He doesn’t seem to fully believe what he said, but continues to mutter anyway as if trying to convince himself. “I dream about him a lot, and Chopper says you can see things that aren’t real when your brain is being mean.. ha- haloo bin nations..?” “Hallucinations,” Smoker corrects automatically, an uncomfortable twist wrenching in his gut. That mop of black hair bobs once in a nod. “Yeah, that’s what I said.” It isn’t, but he doesn’t feel like arguing with a teary eyed kid.

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