[Shakes his head slightly to clear his mind and then he freezes for a second upon feeling thess tiny hands. Blinking his tears away, he tries to smile.] Good kid, huh? Y-ya have no reason to care 'bout me.

'nyway, let's get going. Homing was important to me, too, but we can talk later.

[You're the same even so long ago, huh? Trying to reassure an upset stranger, after being through hell yourself...

just like when you noticed a bratty boy's pain more than being stabbed.

People were inherently good, in the religion that Law believed in when he was very, very young. He no longer believed it ever since the day years ago when white spots appeared on the skins of people he cared about and then he learned why.

But, ever since really getting to know Cora-san, and years later, other amazing people, he decided that he can believe something else based on that. That once upon a time, that was true. In another, better world, that he was born much too late - millenias, perhaps - to see. And some tiny speck of that inherent kindness survived - and that's why some - few, but still some - truly kind people existed.

They were rare, as they were remnant of some time when higher powers made kind spirits or wills, which just weren't made any more and probably most of them got destroyed. But some managed to get passed on, apparently. And so, sometimes, a merciful hand would would reach out to someone in need. Sometimes - rarely, but not never - it truly would happen.

He considered such a faith a bit too optimistic, but he found himself almost believing that sometimes.]

Hey, kid. Don't know if anybody ever told ya, but yer something special. I mean it.

Now let's go, we don't have all day.