Rosinante's once melancholy features Brook usually saw him with, was now replaced with concerned ones. It worried Brook, greatly. Not only was their ally in distress but, also it affected the mood of the apparition which in the end, could cause a negative effect on Brook himself and put pressure as well as doubt on people around them. But, Brook could only stay seated and watch, as the apparition was throwing tantrums and trying to convince the surgeon not the go ahead with his 'idiotic' plan. Though all his desperate pleading was to no avail, and it wasn't because he wasn't pleading enough nor was it because Law wasn't listening. It was because they couldn't interact with each other. One could see and hear the other, but the other one has no idea. It always pains Brook when he sees this. But, he truly couldn't do anything without making a scene. When the other apparitions where here, they'd usually calm each other. They were a family like the people they followed were. Brook felt depressed that he couldn't help until the night. What made it even more upsetting was, Rosinante tried to go to Brook for help during that day. Pleading Brook to help, and when Brook did not replay Rosinante kept pleading with his eyes, begging Brook to help Law. Brook felt guilty, but he couldn't show it. He refused to show his guilt, someone would take notice. But, that didn't mean he still couldn't feel bad for the panicking apparition. Brook didn't blame Rosinante, that was because they were getting close to Dressrosa. It was starting to worry Brook as well, mostly because of the apparition lunacies accusations that were made when he stated Law's plan.  Brook tried to conceal his worry and acted as if it was a normal beautiful day out at sea. But, the questions in the back of his mind kept biting at him. He must have seemed out of place because the ship's reindeer doctor started to ask if he was alright. Brook laughed it off and said he was fine. But, Chopper didn't seem convinced. Brooks mind sighed, he truly liked Chopper as a comrade. But, he worried too much. Brook would have to lie to the little reindeer. Brook continued to say that he hadn't gotten his eight hours of sleep, which wasn't exactly false. But, this only caused Chopper to drag him to the medical room and force him to lie down and get some sleep. Chopper wouldn't leave Brooks side until he knew that Brook was truly asleep. Brook didn't want to sleep and he was restless. He had questions he that needed to be answered.

Maybe it was because of the stress or his concern but, Book dozed off. His mind traveled to Lammi. Her round brown eyes that held desperation, were pleading to see her brother, as the only sounds coming from her small thin lips were sickly coughing and small whimpers. Brook felt guilt creeping into his bones. But, soon those round desperation eyes turned into slightly sharper ones and the coughs turned into a pleading voice. It was Rosinante, but Brook soon found out that it was not a dream. Brook was shaken awake by Rosinante. Distress was written all over his face. His eyes gleaming in bitter tears,

«Brook. Please» his voice broke... «Please... You have to help him, j... Just, please try to comfort him.. just a little bit. I can't do.. anything.. and.. and I don't know what to do. I don't. I can't see him suffer like this... I can tell the nightmares are getting worse. Brook, just... Just tell him that Corazon is here... he's watching you... Please»

His voice was dripping with a begging tone that would have made Brooks heart drop if he had one. Brook had a chance, and he was going to take it. Brook sat up and nodded understandingly at Rosinante. The light colored wooden floorboards that the medical room contained, lightly creaked under Brooks skeleton body. He was at the door, with the bones that made up his hands reaching to grasp the golden doorknob. But, he stopped as he heard small cries filled with disappear. They were truly small and very unnoticeable, but Brook never knew something so small could hold so much emotion. Then again he did meet both Laboon and Lammi. But, that didn't matter, whatsoever right now he had to help the person outside, that Brook assumed was the surgeon of death.

The wooden door creaked as it was opened. The creak was a signal to the person who was lightly crying before to stop, or at least to try. Brook looked out into the deck, and there he saw the surgeon. He was sitting on the fake green grass that littered the deck, his back was leaning against the dark wooden mast. The surgeon was facing the opposite direction from which both the medical room and Brook were located. He was facing the gloomy night sky and the matching ocean. Brook saw the small yet quick moments of the heart pirate captains arm, as well as the slight shaking of his body. But, the movements of his arms stopped as did his shaking. Brook slowly made his way down the light colored wooden stairs that were darker than usual because of the night sky. Rosinante followed after Brook, his brown eyes, that held such concern, never leaving Law. Brook walked out on the deck that contained fake grass and he sat next to the surgeon. Brook could feel Laws tension. Rosinante decided to stand in front of Law, in a hopping manner as if Law would magically see him if he was to stand in front of him.But, seconds later Rosinante sat down as well on the fake grass. Brook took a glance at Law, his eyes a bit pink, his eyelids quite puff, and the circles under his eyes were as if he drenched them in ink. Brook then looked straight ahead of him much like law did. But, unlike Law, Brook saw Rosinante tilt his head to Law which was a signal to talk to the surgeon who broke down moments ago... Brook opened his mouth then closed it... What would he say? How would he ask? He didn't want to be too out there. Brook just asked the first question off his skull,

«Why are up so late, Law?»

Brook questioned as he looked back at the heart pirate's captain. His muscles weren't tense in the slightest, the aura around the heart pirate had felt as if he had given up. His cold exterior wasn't helping in proving Brooks statement wrong. Laws features were bland and held no real emotions to them. His thin lips that laid in a straight line opened up and he coldly stated,

«It's... It's just too loud tonight.»

Rosinante's depressed brown eyes widen, his mouth was slightly open. It looked as if he'd been reminded of something, a memory, that hadn't come to mind in quite a long time. He crawled closer to Law as his eyes started to tear up. His right hand came up, as he was now close to law, and he gingerly put his hand on Law's cheek in a consoling way. Rosinante's voice was low and shaky as he said the next line.

«Brook. Now tell him. Please»

Rosinante turned his head and faced Brook. His coffee-colored eyes, pleading louder than any of his words ever were. Brook nodded, which stirred a bit of question from Law who was looking straight at the skeleton. But, Law dismissed the questioning feeling, after all his eyes felt heavy, and he'd been drowsy today, he was just tired. But Law couldn't even think about the thought of sleep. It was a dark hole that just brought unwanted feelings and memories that he had tried to lock away years ago. He didn't know why these memories had suddenly arisen from his subconscious. That was a lie, they've always haunted him, there was no denying that. Though, he still couldn't pinpoint why they were even more intense these days. Maybe it was because he was always wanted by Doflamingo, then again these bleak memories have been there before that. Law truly didn't care for what started them. He only wished for them to stop. How would he be able to beat Doflamingo if he kept pondering like this?

And that was his answer. Deep down, Law knew he wouldn't be able to stop Doflamingo, he would have to die in the process and he accepted that. That's why he allied himself with the spontaneous Straw Hat Pirates. Law was willing to do that, to stop the beast once and for all. But, Law's short realization that he has come to many times before, was cut short when Brook spoke up. His voice slice through the silent air,

«Corazon is here... he's watching you... »

Those words roughly flew onto Law's face like the pounds of black feathers that a familiar man wore, though at first it didn't seem like that was the case. Law composure was completely normal as he sat on the artificial grass that covered the deck of the thousands Sunny's, his breathing was also ordinary. But, as a minute past, Law lost his composure as the words were sinking into his subconscious. His breathing became quite ragged and quick, as his golden eyes that held black colored pupils, shrank down a significant amount as he looked away from Brook and back to the sky. His golden eyes skimming the gloomy, night sky. He looked as if he was trying to make sense of something. And he was. The surgeon was trying to make sense of how Brook knows that name.

Law was silent for quite a long time. Trying to piece things together in his mind, but nothing he pieced together felt right. He was missing a part of this puzzle. The surgeon could feel Brooks stare burn into the side of his face and it felt like it was strangling him. Like it was judging him for how easy the answer was. How Law was just an idiot, having this skull and bones win this little game. But, Law knew that was only his paranoid infested mind making these assumptions. He tried to calm himself. He deeply breathed in as closed his golden colored eyes. He then opened them and stared coldly at the skeleton that sat next to him. His voice calm and collected, unlike his racing, cluttered mind.

«How do you know that name.»

The question was more like a cold statement that required a quick and solid answer. It took Brook a second to collect his thoughts on what he would say, and how he would break the news to this surgeon. Brook had never told anyone his power. Why you may ask. It wasn't that easy to answer that question. It was I in this realm and couldn't move on to a blissful rest because of them. It's quite a depressing thought. Brook once again faced Rosinante, whose eyes were glistening with tears as his cheeks were slightly wet. Brook knew he shouldn't beat around the bush with Law. But, he couldn't help it. Either way, Law would find out that, this man that Brook could tell Law still thought about, was still anchored onto the surface of this world. Law would find out that his sister would also have been stuck. With those thoughts in his mind, Brook stood up and walked around Law to the edge of the Thousands Sunny. The small bones that made up his right hand, laid on the ledge of the second ship and hopefully the last ship he'd ever sail in. He looked out into the grim and lackluster night. His bones radiated a melancholy tone that has been hidden inside them for quite some time. His mind reread the lines he was going to tell Law. The surgeon jerked upwards into a standing position once Brook stood up. His golden eyes cautiously followed the skeletons movements. Then Brook stated in a calm tone, though you could tell that tone held many layers of different feelings,

«It's the same reason of how I know the name, Lammi.»

Law was physically taken aback as he stepped away from the straw hat's musician. Questions ran throughout the surgeon's mind, but they all rushed past him as he thought it through once again, and it then clicked. The surgeon felt quite idiotic, like a lab mouse scampering in a maze looking for a piece of cheese. It was so easy and perhaps a little ironic. How this man that was once dead and then gained the gift of a second life, can also voice those of the dead. Law glared coldly at Brooks back.

"You can speak with the dead... Can't you?"

Brook was silent for a bit. The atmosphere felt distant and quite unwelcoming. But, Brook started laughing in a melancholy way that sent a shiver down the surgeon's spine, but not only that,  it pained his heart a bit. His heart felt heavy, it was full but he could feel the cracks that have developed from years of his misfortunes. They were deep and sadly would never heal; the heart pirate captain could cure all illnesses but, these cracks that were miniature were something law could never have the power to heal. Brook's voice then spoke against Laws thoughts,

« I didn't think you would figure it out that fast. Then again,»

Brook turned to Law and faced him. Laws face still held stone-like features, but his golden eyes held such raw emotion. Lammi must have caused that; he must have loved her a lot. Brook's bones radiated such a bittersweet tone, he couldn't help but be bitter about the way his ally looked. How his sister's departure must have broken him so. Brook added by saying,

«Your sister did call you the smartest person she knew, and of course the bravest.»

Law felt quite mocked with that statement. Brook had no ill intention of saying that line, but he should've expected the surgeon not liking that statement.

«Don't mock me.»

Was all Law voiced in a sour tone. He wasn't able to save her and that will always be a burden on his shoulders. Although his younger sister weighted lightly in her last days of the living, the burden Law carried was much heavier. Sure, he was guilty about his parents and the townsfolk death, even more so with Rosinante's death. But, he was supposed to protect his sister from harm's way and he was meant to teach her so much; he failed miserably with his brotherhood role. Tears pricked at the corners of Law's eyes, his face distorted in misery. The guilt chipped his facade; chipping away the paint that hadn't been redone in years.

«Your sister truly loved you Law»

Sniffling now, Law fastened his eyes closed. He sat down on the deck of the Thousands Sunny. He couldn't bear to stand at this moment. He just wanted to crawl into his grief-stricken heart. Just suffocate within it.

«She was so proud of you and looked up to you in all ways.»

Brook walked closer to the surgeon who now was having a breakdown. Ripples went throughout Laws body as small weeps leaked from his mouth. What broke out from those cries was a voice,

«Shut up... Please...»

He didn't want to hear the phrases the skeleton had to offer. Why had the straw hat musician jeer at him in such a sweet tone? Why did this skeleton even know of his sister and even spoke words that she told him time and time again?  

«You say you knew my sister, and what had happened. Then you clearly understand why I am no hero nor, was I brave enough to venture the flames she was stuck in. I was in no way, shape or form able to help her.»

Law gripped at the feathers that his shirt had contained. Brook looked at the surgeon with a worrying tone. Law turned his head and faced Brooks, his tears badly dried and eyes filled with helplessness.

«I don't think you understand Brook-ya. I've thought about that day, every day without fail since it happened. There were ways I could've sacrifice myself to help her live. Though I guess it was better she died without the knowledge that I knew.»

It was quiet for a moment and then law looked away as if he was thinking over a thought that came into his mind; he slowly turned his head back to brook as his eyes scanned the skeleton for any sign of emotion,  as he asked.

«Did she die suffering?»

Law desperately hoped that she didn't feel pain in her last moments of life. He hoped she didn't feel alone or scared. But, he knew she must have. After all, he clearly remembers her sickly white face and the desperate expression that made up her face. But, he remembered the way she lit up again, what had he said to her... But, those days passed by blurred; they all fused together into hatred and nothing else. Or well until Corazon told him, that misery was collected in those days as well.