"Aye," Marco frowned and puffed up on the cigar. "Do you think we don't hurt with you? That it doesn't hurt to see your nakama in pain? How would you feel if it was Luffy?" A sigh and Marco traced the clouds. "If you're happy, be happy, but don't you dare fake it for our sake. We're not stupid and it won't make us happy. You're trying to sacrifice yourself so much that you never stop to think if we want that. Would you appreciate it if Straw Hat did that for you? You yelled at him for coming to rescue you and called us your nakama. What do you think that means? What will it take for us to to convince you that you don't have to earn our love or respect? If you trust us, you don't have to earn your place with us. We're all in this together, stupid. If you hurt, we hurt. That doesn't mean you have to hide it. It means you have to get through it." Another sigh. Shit he hated this.
"No, it means, trust us to get through it with you and stop being a coward about it, eh?" Too blunt. He needed to pull back. Argh.
"You want to know your one mistake? It wasn't leaving, it wasn't losing to Teach, it was thinking you weren't worth all that. You don't get to decide that. Thatch doesn't get to decide that he's not worth getting revenge for. Neither of you get to decide that. Got it? Your mistake in apologizing," the reason Marco go so furious that he got violent, the reason he completely lost all his cool, "Is is in suggesting you had the right to decide our actions, our emotions, our decisions. Rather than respect what that meant, and where it came from. We respected you enough to make your own decisions, Ace. We always have, and we still do. Don't ever try to decide that I made the wrong choice. Ever. You think you're not worth it? Well, that's because you're a fucking idiot. I know better. So just trust me to know that, stupid."
Marco twirled the cigar in his hand and passed it back to Thatch. Too heavy for him, he preferred the lighter cigarettes. "If you can't trust yourself, trust me. That was Squardo's mistake too. Thinking what he did was so unforgivable -- tch."
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"No, it means, trust us to get through it with you and stop being a coward about it, eh?" Too blunt. He needed to pull back. Argh.
"You want to know your one mistake? It wasn't leaving, it wasn't losing to Teach, it was thinking you weren't worth all that. You don't get to decide that. Thatch doesn't get to decide that he's not worth getting revenge for. Neither of you get to decide that. Got it? Your mistake in apologizing," the reason Marco go so furious that he got violent, the reason he completely lost all his cool, "Is is in suggesting you had the right to decide our actions, our emotions, our decisions. Rather than respect what that meant, and where it came from. We respected you enough to make your own decisions, Ace. We always have, and we still do. Don't ever try to decide that I made the wrong choice. Ever. You think you're not worth it? Well, that's because you're a fucking idiot. I know better. So just trust me to know that, stupid."
Marco twirled the cigar in his hand and passed it back to Thatch. Too heavy for him, he preferred the lighter cigarettes. "If you can't trust yourself, trust me. That was Squardo's mistake too. Thinking what he did was so unforgivable -- tch."