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                   The far taller male seemed to pout for a moment, contemplating on what to do with the worthless sack of meat before him. If only he’d not been the one to eat the Ope Ope fruit... convincing him to complete the operation the fruit was known for would be impossible. Then again, everyone had a breaking point... and as the pout turned into a sly, devious smile, the King of Dressrosa was certain he’d spotted it.

          "He’s also dead,” the king stated, chuckling lowly as he gave a pointed grind of his heel into the others’ chest. “Dead, because he couldn’t kill me, despite having the opporitunity to do so. In the face of his own demise, with you he desired to ‘defend,’ he never even came close to pulling the trigger. In fact, I bet the thought didn’t even cross his mind,” Doflamingo let out a cruel chuffing laughter, tongue coming to loll out of his mouth for a moment before he continued speaking.

          “Besides, why defend him so violently? You’re nothing like him, anyway. You’re a sadistic piece of shit that has nothing on their mind beyond murder. Do you know how disappointed he would be that you turned out so much like his big brother?” his grin turned to a snarl, and the taller leaned in, snapping his teeth mere inches from Law’s nose.