"What will you choose? Your friends or your brothers."
Luffy is frozen, staring at the three blue skinned ladies (weird, wonder if they can poop?) in front of him. His nakama wrapped up in chains and sea stone nearly ten feet away from him. in between the ladies were two tall familiar figures, Ace with a scar on his chest, the brother he buried nearly five years ago; And Sabo with new burn scares around his throat and covering more of his face, the brother he buried just a few days ago, both with their eyes closed as if asleep. His eyes wandered, taking in his big brothers, family, parents, his world. Memorizing every freckled and strand of hair- he hadn't seen Ace in so long. He forced himself to look away, to meet the gaze of his gaping crews' eyes, but his eyes couldn't stray long, glancing back in fear that the image of his brothers would disappear.
"Well, Pirate King?" One of the ladies asked.
"We can give them back to you." The second lady continued, resting her hand on Ace's shoulder.
"You miss them, don't you?" The third ended. A coy smile on their lips.
And he does. He does so much it aches. What he wouldn't do for his brothers! To have Ace ruffling his hair again and Sabo explaining things he didn't understand, to have them hug him again! To-
But his crew. His crew that he chose and that stayed with him. His friends, the closest thing he had to a family after his brothers. His eyes shifted taking in his friends' forms, they were beginning up against something- an invisible wall- truly a mystery wall. He watched as Nami's orange hair flew around her face in tears as she watched him. Zoro and Sanji yelling slamming into the wall repeatable. In the back, he could see Chopper bandaging Jimbe carefully both looking up every few movements. Franky was building something firing it off at the wall and making explosions every few minutes Usopp close by trying to help. It was Robin and Brook that stood silently, watching him with sad, so sad eyes saying they understood and wouldn't be mad no matter what he chose.
His eyes slide across their forms before looking back at the women. His eyes suddenly sharp and his voice hard.
"What do you mean or?" he barked, sliding his feet out into a wider stance.
It was the first blue woman, the one with dark black hair that spoke. "Either your brothers' live of your crew."
"Who are you willing to sacrifice?"
One stepped forward, a curved knife in her hand. "Who will you kill?"