["It was! I don't know if I would have survived if I didn't figure it out. "
For what it's worth, Rosinante can't do anything with haki at all. He doesn't get it, it's something that even with some study still seems to slip from his comprehension save for a basic level. He can't do it at all, he can barely understand it. But magic? He can feel the chaos swarm him, taking him over and begging to be twisted and used. That he gets, and he can shape it with ease for many purposes.
And then they're back to the unpleasantries. Shying away isn't going to do anything for him though, especially when he wants this Rosinante to trust him as least as much as expected. Which is little, honestly. If he's anything like him he'll hoard secrets and his intentions, biting back and biding time. But a little harmless enough openness isn't going to hurt him, so he answers through his note.
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For what it's worth, Rosinante can't do anything with haki at all. He doesn't get it, it's something that even with some study still seems to slip from his comprehension save for a basic level. He can't do it at all, he can barely understand it. But magic? He can feel the chaos swarm him, taking him over and begging to be twisted and used. That he gets, and he can shape it with ease for many purposes.
And then they're back to the unpleasantries. Shying away isn't going to do anything for him though, especially when he wants this Rosinante to trust him as least as much as expected. Which is little, honestly. If he's anything like him he'll hoard secrets and his intentions, biting back and biding time. But a little harmless enough openness isn't going to hurt him, so he answers through his note.
"Our final meeting was nine years ago."]