"...a final wish of a man about to fade away, huh..."
Shanks repeated Mary's words while leaning far back into his chair while covering his eyes with one arm.
"...yes..."
The brown-haired girl nodded with a solemn expression.
"...say was that really your older brother, kind sir...? Didn't you say that he was already dead?"
She couldn't help herself and ended up asking.
"...I haven't used those exact words, but, well, he was supposed to be..."
Shanks shrugged his shoulders without changing his position.
"Do you want to elaborate on that...?"
Mary tilted her head and asked.
"No."
"...I see..."
After Shank's short answer Mary decided to not pursue it any further.
...after all, the answer didn't really matter much...
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