[A few steps, another glance at the paper, until eventually his counterpart finishes his paper. It's hard to hear - or, well, read - the news of their falling-out.

If he calls, he will be hunted. He doesn't expect acceptance, but he wants to talk. He wants to be forgiven, mostly, but he doesn't anticipate that happening when what he did probably set the Marines back deeply and hurt Sengoku personally. And it occurs to him then too that Sengoku may not be mourning at all - he might have done so thirteen years ago, and if he could speak with Law without calling for his arrest, maybe he will at least grant Rosinante the favor of a simple call. In the wake of all that's been happening, it must have occurred to him that he could be out here. Some version of him. It will be a shock but not a complete ridiculous miracle that he's alive and well.]

Part of me is optimistic that in my situation it would go differently. But I guess I don't know for sure. I still think of him as a father. I hope he still considers me his son.