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I don't know. [Under the light, the brand that vanishes beneath the loose t-shirt is more easily seen, the skin surrouding it raised and angry-looking. A day old, at most. Even now, Nami won't look at it, but one hand goes to her arm as if to rub it better and then flinches away at the sting of touch. And it's a lie, because she knows why it's there, if she believes her dreams-- but dreams don't follow you into reality and she ...is very confused. Her eyes fasten on Bellemere's face and stay there, tracking every feature as if committing her to memory all over again.

Nami wipes her tears away, pointless the gesture might be.] I dreamt pirates came to Cocoyashi, Bellemere-s-san.