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Blood of his precious nakama splattered on the ground. Brook walked over to his head and placed it firmly on his neck. He knew this day would come. A day when his companions die again, his home lost again, left all alone again. It was an odd mix of horror and routine.
The revive revive devil fruit may seem like a blessing to many. But, it seemed more like a curse to him. A curse to love, loose, repeat and be helpless to change anything. It leaved him a constant dread of loosing no matter who he loved. He had tried to commit suicide many times, jumping into any water body he came across but there will always be someone who will come save the famous Soul-King, crew member of the legendary Pirate King Luffy and "protect him from madness".
Many people commented that his childish antics are due to an onset of senility. Or maybe he is just hopelessly childish. But the truth is, he was just trying to forget. To pretend that his nakama will be by his side forever, seizing the moments to make his friends as happy as they can be. Thankfully it is very hard to look solemn with a grinning skull. Brook looked up to the dark maroon sky and laughed sadly to himself.
Pulling out his sword from its sheath, he stared into the reflective surface, and saw the faces of all the people who loved him and whom he love together. His own family, his first pirate crew, laboon, the Strawhat pirates, all their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, and great-great-great-grandchildren. But when his fleshless fingers tried to reach out and touch their faces, his shadow covered them and they disappeared. He felt a sudden rush of anger and grief, and gripped the blade so tightly his fingers fell off. With the hand on the handle, he drove the blade into the ground, and slowly bent down to pick up the bones that dropped. With his vision blurred by tears, even though he had no eyeballs, he had trouble finding the bones and lost the little patience he had. He screamed out of grief, questioning whoever up there why he had to suffer through this.
A baby's cry broke the silence. Brook walked over to Luffy's great-great-great-great-grandson and carried him, rocking him in his arms, kissing the tears away. He looked up to the sky again and whispered, "Thank you. I understand now."