( graveyard: we're cursed..........3 )

[nodo]

[ since there's more of us now, let's set up a scene...ish. we're at the beach! hooray!! it's our government mandated party game!! hopefully everyone is going to be well behaved because law won't give two shits. he's already arranging this for some reason unknown to man. indulgences? indulgences....... everyone get your sins in. taps on watch???

of course there is booze because there is always booze. law does not perceive the meth. (if there is any.)

NOW!! EVERYONE. TWO TRUTHS & ONE LIE. ]

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[nodo]

[ hmm. law will pause for a moment before going for it. he's glossing over so much of the story but it's fine? he's hitting the main points. ]

I was very sick as a child and the only "cure" for me was to remove it from my body completely.

My powers allowed me to do that.

[ aka imaging law in a box is...maybe right? ]

[commedia]

...You ate it that young?

[They would've imagined Law eating it later in life...feelings of concern flit over the connection.]

I'm glad you're alright, now, though.

[nodo]

I didn't have much of a choice.

[ ...that sadness? enjoy some guilt mixed in...though law is going to try his best to not guilty for it. at least he'll have the decency to not try to hide how this subject is a bit closer to his heart (haha) then he'd like. ]

Same. I should be glad that I've made it this long, at least.