Occasionally, Zoro would offer pieces of his thoughts and Tashigi always imagined that these conversations were like small wrapped papers spread on a table. Depending on the subject or the mood, he would open a random one and share it with her.
Occasionally, Zoro would offer pieces of his thoughts and Tashigi always imagined that these conversations were like small wrapped papers spread on a table. Depending on the subject or the mood, he would open a random one and share it with her.
"I don't know if I can," Zoro murmured. "I think I'm broken." His hands had a light tremble as they held Sanji.
"So am I, Zoro," the cook laughed softly. "We all are. But sometimes, we can find our...