Garp,
This will be my last letter. I feel that leaving you empty handed with no answers would be as cruel as what has been done to me.
I need one person to hear my thoughts. I only need one person to listen to what I have to say for me to have any chance of a peaceful life.
I can no longer cope with the injustices of the world that have been left on the backs of people undeserving of such a punishment. They in turn are left to ask for help from no one who is willing to put their own belongings or beings at stake. The strings that are controlled by the law of the land and its overseers have strangled me...but now I have no strings on me.
I've stood at the top as the puppeteer, with all the money and power in the world to do anything, looking down at all the "lesser" races and only seen suffering. The suffering that was born from hate. The hate that was born from anger. The anger that was born from fear. The fear that was born from those at the top of the food chain with nowhere to go but down. I've stood at the top and have only felt disgust for myself, for the people around me, and disgust at this failed puppet show, failed world.
I don't care about the one piece, the ancient weapons, or the void century. I only cared about four things on this earth, three of which are now out of my grasp. Am I at fault for their fates? Perhaps I will only know when it's my time to meet my maker.
Eleven years ago my life found meaning. My life found purpose that I didn't know I needed until recently. As fate would have it, my purpose was cruelly ripped away and again, I am left with questions. Why? Was it worth it? What will I do now? Am I better off alive or dead?
You've lived a longer life than I, but have you lived one as blessed and cursed as mine? Has my lineage been the key to unlocking my shackles or is it the ball and chain that will inevitably drown me? I believe the answers to both of my questions are debatable.
How many people will ever live to experience what I have seen, felt, and heard? To have the powers I do yet fail to help the weak asking for it and only succeed when the goal is to maim, manipulate, or cheat is a life wasted. I truly feel in my heart that I am capable of good, I have to continue to believe this.
Human life is so precious but so fragile. So short but so impactful. I have been a witness to both of these facts. And despite the suffering, war, greed, and fear that plagues this world, people of lesser statuses have achieved remarkable feats such seemingly curing once thought to be incurable ailments, worked with each other to achieve common goals despite differences, and worked towards peace in their communities despite opposing forces. Human life is capable of both destruction and creation. Illness and the medicine to cure it.
Despite all of the impressive actions humans are capable of, Ace is still dead. And for that, there is no remedy.
I don't bear any ill will towards you. I am grateful for all you have shown and given me. At the very least, remember this as I suspect that we will not be meeting again in this life.
Yours,
Luna
Author Note:
This fic has been sitting in my brain for years. FOR. YEARS. I felt if I didn't just write it I would risk become a ghost after dying, forever being attached to this earth because of the regret. I suspect this fic will be a chonky boi.
Very likely a slow burn fic but we'll see how the story progresses. Follows manga for the most part up to 1017. Tagged characters are accurate, the story is still being written so certain details still have to be worked out which is why I won't say OC x _ is endgame.
Thank you Master Yoda.
