[To a flame that danced
Weak, it was destined to fade
But, despite the brutal gust of the Wind,
Had found the strength for a farewell]
"Why was I born?"
Said Ace.
He felt the brother's arms around him.
They were hot, bloody, but comfortable
For a Fire that was going out.
"I'd really had to be born? Listen... My voice is disappearing..."
"Why do you say these things?! Do not speak as if you were to die!"
"Oh, brother... Don't be sad. You know in life... The only certainty is the death"
Poor Rufy.
Deluded of being able to do something.
Deluded the doctors, who tried to save him.
All poor deluded. No one could ever stop the Death.
Ace took one of his last breaths
Smell of burning, dust and blood.
He felt his brother's tears falling on his shoulders.
Balm for his skin.
"Even though I was useless for my whole life, even if I brought the blood of a demon in my body ..."
He was talking about his father
Gol D. Roger, king of the pirates.
Regarded as a demon to the most
A father who had never seen his son.
"You guys... You always loved me! Thank you so much..."
[He was moved. The cracked voice, the throat and the eyes burning. Felt faint and fell, bumping on the floor, now reduced to a lifeless body. Fire extinguished by the Wind. A flame on a candle extinguished, and as it leaves a trail of grey smoke to testify his existence, he left a immortal remembrance in the memory of all.
To a flame that danced
Fair, full of desire to live, to exist.
Whose memory still burns the souls.
It ignite the fires
Hymn to the Fire]