[ic; drop]

[notahero]

[it's a quiet night in camp as Kanda makes his way aboard the Thousand Sunny. for the first time in what seems like forever, he is doing this of his own free will. not because of camp, and not because something else of his has been stolen. again. his steps are slow, but steady.]

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[archaelologist]

[sitting on the deck with a book open on her lap, staring into space]

[notahero]

[stop a few paces away, staying silent for the moment]

[archaelologist]

--Mister Soba! What brings you here?

[notahero]

[he's in full uniform, with his sword tied to his back, although his jacket is partially unbuttoned, hand resting over a small bump on his chest]

Robin. I need to talk to you.