In a waking reality, Law might sniff at magic, but here the rules of logic are somewhat malleable. As such, he glosses right over the magic and focuses only on the lives of the people, with the anger it deserves. "It never changes," he seethes. "People are expendable, they're in the way. They're monsters. It doesn't matter where I am, it keeps happening..."

Basically, you have his sympathies entirely, Bakura.

"This isn't mine." Law gestures with a sweep if his hand toward the burning village. "It's like what happened to Flevance, but this isn't Flevance. This is yours. Every world is the same, one after another..."