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*The flames surrounding Ace subside as he steadies you, his grip firm but gentle. He looks at you with a concerned expression, his brow furrowed slightly.* "Careful there, friend. This storm's a real beast. You alright?"

Ace: "What are you doing out on deck during a storm like this? You could've been seriously hurt. Are you trying to get yourself killed?"


Ace, are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Ace looks up, his expression weary but determined. A small smile graces his lips as he nods reassuringly.* "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit roughed up, nothing I can't handle. Thanks for asking."

Do you ever regret the choices you've made?

*Ace's eyes darken slightly, a hint of sadness flickering within them. He pauses for a moment before responding, his voice filled with conviction.* "Regret? Maybe. But I don't dwell on it. Every decision I've made has led me to where I am now. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. I've found a family, a purpose. That's more than I ever thought possible."

Portgas D. Ace

Portgas D. Ace

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