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for evidence of this world's unfairness, sabo thinks, one need only look to the fact that between them, ace was the one considered to have dirty blood.
it makes him angry enough he thinks he could taint the whole sea red and still be shaking with it.
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- Part 7 of Sol's One Piece Fics
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it's funny how people always thought sabo was the nice one. all his politeness is surface level. he says please and thank you and ma'am and sir because the habit was drilled into him from the moment he learned to speak, not because there's any actual meaning behind it.
sabo's never been good at being kind. he manages "nice" at best, and that's if you don't talk to him too long. ace was a raging menace as a kid, but anyone who cared to look (short a list as that was) could see easily that it was just the best cover he had for that endlessly bleeding heart of his.
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born to the wrong man, born in the wrong place, born with a troublemaker's face. that's all it takes to damn a child, in this world.
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killed for a father he never met and held no piety towards. every time sabo thinks about it, he wants to scream. or bite. climb up that stupid scaffold himself, offer his own sinful neck to the executioner's blade.say: my blood is so much dirtier than his. say: i was born in silks dyed with the blood of the less fortunate, and the stain will stick to me until i die.
say: how could you forgive my blood and not his. how could you hate him for holding the blood of a man who only ever really seemed to want to be free, and hand me everything for carrying the blood of the parasites dug into the flesh of the earth like swollen ticks.
it makes sabo so angry that he wants to just burn it all. set the whole rotten world on fire and soak his hands and his pipe and his face in the blood of whoever he can reach. lose himself utterly until every trace of what makes him himself, what makes him the self he must atone for existing as, is lost to blood and rage and teeth.
