"No," Marco answered, still holding onto the squirming chameleon. "If I can do this to my shark brother twice my size, you don't have a much better chance of escaping than Namur did, eh."

A small sigh. Espio had to know by now that Marco's answer to the end of the Special Zone was that Marco would just take him back to the Grand Line with him. But it was hardly the same. Or enough.

"You'll be a fine teacher matey, what are you worrying about it for?"