Law comes to a stop, boots sinking into the sand, and faces the King of Thieves directly. They are the same, more than not. But rather than offer empty words of sympathy, he gives the dream's host proof that he understands: reciprocation.

"No one whisked me away, either. I escaped beneath a pile of corpses of my countrymen. I vowed to destroy as much as I could before death could catch up to me." He lifts a hand as if to show the tattoos on the fingers. "Maybe I can't change anything by rescuing a child just once. Maybe it's just an idle wish that it could have been me."