Zoro had to wonder what idiots would go to that much trouble just to bother him about something he'd come to terms with long ago. Of course, wouldn't his going through all this trouble to verfify the picture mean that there actually was something he hadn't come to terms with yet?
"I know that," Zoro shook his head, indicating that the picture's 'other life' aspect wasn't what bothered him. The swordsman knew himself very well and no number of Kuina's or Karen's or Tashigi's totting photo albums full of proof could ever convince him otherwise. But was the girl in the picture really just a monster? It made sense, what Usopp said.
But if that was true then fighting her wouldn't get him the victory he'd always wanted. Had he really been hoping to get his 2000 and 2nd round from some fake in another world...
Zoro's eyebrow ticked in annoyance and he told himself to stop thinking about it. It wasn't her in the photograph and he knew that, he just had to get his impulsive side to understand what his reason was saying. Maybe once he did that, he could go off to the kitchen to burn the damn picture. Hopefully annoy the cook while he was at it.
"She had better be a fake," He couldn't resist muttering as he rubbed the side of his head. The air around him felt a little heavy at the thought of some zombie Kuina running around and calling him 'weak'.
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"I know that," Zoro shook his head, indicating that the picture's 'other life' aspect wasn't what bothered him. The swordsman knew himself very well and no number of Kuina's or Karen's or Tashigi's totting photo albums full of proof could ever convince him otherwise. But was the girl in the picture really just a monster? It made sense, what Usopp said.
But if that was true then fighting her wouldn't get him the victory he'd always wanted. Had he really been hoping to get his 2000 and 2nd round from some fake in another world...
Zoro's eyebrow ticked in annoyance and he told himself to stop thinking about it. It wasn't her in the photograph and he knew that, he just had to get his impulsive side to understand what his reason was saying. Maybe once he did that, he could go off to the kitchen to burn the damn picture. Hopefully annoy the cook while he was at it.
"She had better be a fake," He couldn't resist muttering as he rubbed the side of his head. The air around him felt a little heavy at the thought of some zombie Kuina running around and calling him 'weak'.