Thanks. [He grins softly, between all the peace!juice of the forest completely fucking with his birdie brain, he's having a hard time keeping his head on straight normally, and his temper is something else entirely. It's faster than he's ever had it, and gone before he can even process it. And it's driving him nuts. Usually between him and Ace, Marco's the one who holds the grudge for all of time, but doesn't get mad easily, and Ace is the vice versa. Now he just feels dizzy.]

Aye, I think we can both agree that forced order is the worst, eh?

[He flexes his arms for a moment, gets up and does a handstand, of all things.]

Doesn't this place just.... drive you crazy though? [A birdie head tilt upside down at her.] I want to fight. And the more it doesn't want me to fight, the more I want to fight. And then the more I don't fight, the more I want to do something else.

And I hate it for crowding in on Thatch. It's not its place to, aye? But it's not like the forest can help it either.

And community you said... right? So that... peace... should be like Pops. And maybe it is. [He walks a few steps on his hands before rolling over and thinking hard.] But then it's still trying to tame me. [He sits crosslegged in the sand, both hands to his temples and fixes her with a serious look.] But then... maybe my Pops did tame me a little. And that was my choice, aye?

[ANOTHER head tilt.... and he shakes his head, hanging it in frustration.] You have a beat on it now?