[Robin can't explain it through the giddiness. She starts a few sentences, but they're just words that mean nothing, swallowed up in uncontrollable laughter.
So she shuts the journal.
Later, if he bothers looking back, he'll find a written private message.]
It isn't that life here has no meaning. It's that the things which, up until this point, have served to define me mean nothing to anyone other than myself and perhaps a handful of those in the know. It's freeing, in a way, to not be a slave to my past. But in the same breath it makes all that I've been through seem somehow less important. Who cares about Ohara? What does it matter if there are weapons with the destructive capability to end an entire world? Why should anyone need to know about the Void Century? It does not affect us, here. And what motivations and dreams and purpose we can find in this world is even more fleeting, for the moment Davy Jones returns us to our own lives, we lose everything of this place and its people. I do not appreciate being rendered null. But there is nothing else I can be.
[Voice] -> [Written] [Private]
So she shuts the journal.
Later, if he bothers looking back, he'll find a written private message.]
It isn't that life here has no meaning. It's that the things which, up until this point, have served to define me mean nothing to anyone other than myself and perhaps a handful of those in the know. It's freeing, in a way, to not be a slave to my past. But in the same breath it makes all that I've been through seem somehow less important. Who cares about Ohara? What does it matter if there are weapons with the destructive capability to end an entire world? Why should anyone need to know about the Void Century? It does not affect us, here. And what motivations and dreams and purpose we can find in this world is even more fleeting, for the moment Davy Jones returns us to our own lives, we lose everything of this place and its people. I do not appreciate being rendered null. But there is nothing else I can be.