“You’re wrong,” James argues. “Do you remember, Crocodile? ‘Just six words.’” Roc inhales. “But I don’t need six. I just need three.” I don’t know what this is, but it seems to shake Roc awake. A flicker of emotion. A glint of consciousness. I know this is something I wasn’t a part of. I know it came before me.
Hun it was RIGHT before you walked in.
