[ wounds were to be expected. the humandrills weren’t pushovers, but they were pale comparison to mihawk himself; if he could avoid their every blow, then he wasn’t pushing himself hard enough. with every day bringing him closer to their sabaody reunion, he wouldn’t waste what limited time he did have. much as he wanted to see luffy, how could he face him, if he hadn’t given his everything here? what right did he have to do anything less, knowing what he’d suffered in zoro’s absence?
losing his eye had only served to steel his resolve. it had been a heavy blow to his pride, yes, but the loss of his peripheral vision had hurt him far more. the blind spot was a whole new vulnerability he needed to account for, and as he doubled down on his efforts, the cuts and bruises became more frequent. he resisted less when perona treated him after that – as was his usual, he’d just ignored her when she said she wouldn’t help him again, showing up at her door the next day, bloodied and carrying the same first aid kit she’d ricocheted off his forehead.
it was easier than trying to do it himself, he’d reasoned. that it also provided a break from the silence, stifling compared to the liveliness of the ship he’d left behind, was an added benefit.
at the suggestion that he take an entire day off, he finally lifted his head, eye narrowed as he took in her sullen expression. the pout had never been effective on him, despite her best efforts. ]
You don't need a whole day. Whatever I owe you, you can have it tonight.
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[ wounds were to be expected. the humandrills weren’t pushovers, but they were pale comparison to mihawk himself; if he could avoid their every blow, then he wasn’t pushing himself hard enough. with every day bringing him closer to their sabaody reunion, he wouldn’t waste what limited time he did have. much as he wanted to see luffy, how could he face him, if he hadn’t given his everything here? what right did he have to do anything less, knowing what he’d suffered in zoro’s absence?
losing his eye had only served to steel his resolve. it had been a heavy blow to his pride, yes, but the loss of his peripheral vision had hurt him far more. the blind spot was a whole new vulnerability he needed to account for, and as he doubled down on his efforts, the cuts and bruises became more frequent. he resisted less when perona treated him after that – as was his usual, he’d just ignored her when she said she wouldn’t help him again, showing up at her door the next day, bloodied and carrying the same first aid kit she’d ricocheted off his forehead.
it was easier than trying to do it himself, he’d reasoned. that it also provided a break from the silence, stifling compared to the liveliness of the ship he’d left behind, was an added benefit.
at the suggestion that he take an entire day off, he finally lifted his head, eye narrowed as he took in her sullen expression. the pout had never been effective on him, despite her best efforts. ]
You don't need a whole day. Whatever I owe you, you can have it tonight.