[Unfortunately, that should earn a reaction, one that he just doesn't have to the death of someone he never knew, dead long before he was ever born. That's why he wills himself to remember again, with perfect clarity - no, even more than that.
After all, in both reality and his darkest nightmares, all he can remember of it is sounds - sounds of Cora-san, of others, of Doflamingo (that's probably why whenever he thinks of Doflamingo, the man's voice is first thing that comes to mind, and his face, if it's there, is in the shadow - even though it's the face he knows perfectly well from spending a few years in Donqixote family). And all he sees is just darkness.
He's still afraid of the darkness (what a childish at pathetic fear, one that he's ashamed of) because of that, and doesn't - isn't able to - close his eyes for more than a few minutes if there isn't anyone he trusts close enough that he can feel them with his Observation Haki while falling asleep.
Though the truth is (and Bepo probably figured it out already, even without knowing the reason) that he sleeps very deeply only when touching someone. Indeed, that's why casual naps against crewmembers where the best rest, though he'd never say that aloud.
Still, he needed to remember more than darkness and gunshots to have a proper "fresh" reaction.]
[For the first time, he tries to push away that terrifying blanket of darkness from his memory, the one that always stayed there even in his imagination because he knows that the thing it covers is even more terrible.
And so, he pictures Doflamingo shooting (that's easy)
and then, later, Cora-san just laying there face down on the floor in the pool of his blood
no that's wrong that should be snow not floor
but then, he realizes with a start which floor he pictures and how his thoughts strayed to seeing his parents' dead bodies and he grits his teeth in order not to scream out.]
[He's shaking. And for a second or two, he can't stop. Maybe he's made a mistake in trying to walk down a memory lane. Maybe he should've just put on a proper face expression and hope that's enough. Fuck, as if young Cora-san could even notice suspicious stranger's face expression in his own distress. He might be Cora-san, but he was still a child, and it's not like children made hobby of observing others when consumed by their own pain.]
[He slowly manages to stop shaking.]
Fuck. I should---
[I should be more careful with my reactions, because instead of thinking I'm grieved... the kid will just think I'm dangerous and run away. Well, at least he's not gonna say that aloud.]
[There are tears in Law's eyes, but he hasn't even noticed that yet.]
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After all, in both reality and his darkest nightmares, all he can remember of it is sounds - sounds of Cora-san, of others, of Doflamingo (that's probably why whenever he thinks of Doflamingo, the man's voice is first thing that comes to mind, and his face, if it's there, is in the shadow - even though it's the face he knows perfectly well from spending a few years in Donqixote family). And all he sees is just darkness.
He's still afraid of the darkness (what a childish at pathetic fear, one that he's ashamed of) because of that, and doesn't - isn't able to - close his eyes for more than a few minutes if there isn't anyone he trusts close enough that he can feel them with his Observation Haki while falling asleep.
Though the truth is (and Bepo probably figured it out already, even without knowing the reason) that he sleeps very deeply only when touching someone. Indeed, that's why casual naps against crewmembers where the best rest, though he'd never say that aloud.
Still, he needed to remember more than darkness and gunshots to have a proper "fresh" reaction.]
[For the first time, he tries to push away that terrifying blanket of darkness from his memory, the one that always stayed there even in his imagination because he knows that the thing it covers is even more terrible.
And so, he pictures Doflamingo shooting (that's easy)
and then, later, Cora-san just laying there face down on the floor in the pool of his blood
no that's wrong that should be snow not floor
but then, he realizes with a start which floor he pictures and how his thoughts strayed to seeing his parents' dead bodies and he grits his teeth in order not to scream out.]
[He's shaking. And for a second or two, he can't stop. Maybe he's made a mistake in trying to walk down a memory lane. Maybe he should've just put on a proper face expression and hope that's enough. Fuck, as if young Cora-san could even notice suspicious stranger's face expression in his own distress. He might be Cora-san, but he was still a child, and it's not like children made hobby of observing others when consumed by their own pain.]
[He slowly manages to stop shaking.]
Fuck. I should---
[I should be more careful with my reactions, because instead of thinking I'm grieved... the kid will just think I'm dangerous and run away. Well, at least he's not gonna say that aloud.]
[There are tears in Law's eyes, but he hasn't even noticed that yet.]