I had always thought that my nakama were precious and that I would always be able to protect them, Even if it cost me my own life. However, when she protected me from Blackbeard's attack, I noticed how truly precious life was. Now I will never get to see her ever again. I will never again get to feel her hit me for doing something stupid. I will never again get to hear her yell at the crew to change course. I will never again get to see her smile. I will never get to touch her beautiful orange hair nor lend her my straw hat. In the end, I never was able to keep my promise to the pinwheel guy to make sure she never cries again, since in her last moments, she did cry as she lay dying in my arms. Now as I look up at the twinkling stars, with the subdued crew awake in their beds, I finally figured out what the aching in my heart was. Love. I had loved her. I LOVE her. I love Nami.