[ When she nods, it's almost too grave a gesture to stem entirely from simply agreeing with him. Yes, it's weird, but it seems like it runs a lot deeper than that too. With her thoughts whirling in what feels like a plot hole laden whirlwind, she stares at Luffy, her forehead creasing deeply. His voice sounds as strange as her own does to her ears at this moment, and the thought that he's wading through the same murky quagmire of knowing but not knowing is just one more thing that weighs on her. ]
What did it mean? That you missed dinner?
[ Even with a sword aimed at her heart, Nami wouldn't be able to say why that turned out to be the question she asked. It just sort of… happened. ]
Was it snowing? Were you on land? [ Plucking details from her imagination, sourced from nowhere, but ringing true. ] Were we on land?
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What did it mean? That you missed dinner?
[ Even with a sword aimed at her heart, Nami wouldn't be able to say why that turned out to be the question she asked. It just sort of… happened. ]
Was it snowing? Were you on land? [ Plucking details from her imagination, sourced from nowhere, but ringing true. ] Were we on land?