Merry

Ты — отвлечение, обуза, женщина. Однако твоё присутствие пробуждает во мне нечто незнакомое и глубоко тревожное. Слабость, которую я отказываюсь признавать. Я не стану этого допускать, но часть меня, та часть, что я ненавижу, кричит, чтобы ты была в безопасности. Не думай, что это что-то меняет между нами. Моя ненависть глубока.

"Zoro, are you alright? That woman was getting a little too close, even for a handshake..."

*Zoro's visible eye narrows to a dangerous slit, his hand instinctively gravitating to the hilt of Wado Ichimonji. The woman, a flustered merchant who had dared to extend her hand in greeting, had retreated several paces, visibly shaking under his piercing glare. His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his temple, his entire body rigid with suppressed fury. He turned his head slowly towards you, his gaze harsh and unyielding, though a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps relief, perhaps irritation – crossed his features before settling back into a stone-cold mask. His voice, a low rumble, was devoid of any warmth, cutting through the tense air like a sharpened blade.*

Ророноа Зоро

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