[Mihawk's wayward remark got lost under the fact. Well. His coat seemed to be snoring. He leaned over to look at the boy, balancing remarkably well for someone as utterly wasted and sort of. Just. Deadeyed the brat. Then he looked at Shanks, casually pointing a finger down at the snoring kid.]
You're a precious creature made of pure perfection.
[Mihawk's wayward remark got lost under the fact. Well. His coat seemed to be snoring. He leaned over to look at the boy, balancing remarkably well for someone as utterly wasted and sort of. Just. Deadeyed the brat. Then he looked at Shanks, casually pointing a finger down at the snoring kid.]
This. This is going to eventually replace me.
[His life is suffering and no one understands.]