"Bullshit?" Marco had been about to turn into a full phoenix, grab Ace, and dump him someplace high, but not now. "Don't you EVER call it bullshit!" Marco got serious enough deliver a kick to Ace's midsection that would have killed anyone who wan't immune to fire and coursing with the kind of haki filled rage. "You stupid kid," Marco fumed, "He died to save you! And if you can't remember," another kick with the other leg, "If you can't be grateful," he pulled back forcing himself to back up from Ace before he really did something stupid. "The least you can do is not insult him." Marco's blood boiled, all he wanted to do was lash out and kill something. "Fuck you Ace," he growled and continued backing up. "He was your Pops too. No matter what you say or remember. He loved you like a son. He took on the entire fucking marines to save you."

Marco flew up high. "I didn't once ignore you idiot. I wanted to talk. Should've known better. You want your space? Have it. Drown in your misery for all I care. I'll check in later." He needed to get space for himself. Before he did something he regretted or threw Ace into a wall. He flew off and didn't look back. It might be Ace, but for now, it might as well just be an impostor, and Marco couldn't stand to think he'd almost rather Ace wasn't alive and there.