The Flame-Flame Fruit was bitter on its way down, and Sabo expected to feel different, but he didn’t.
That would come later.
“Is it the Revolutionary Army’s job to support pirates?”
There’s fire at Sabo’s fingertips, and a grin on his face when he says, “Yeah, that’s right. As a Revolutionary, I forbid you to pass!”
(Under the heat of the desert sun
“I don’t get it. Why are you helping Strawhat?”
“It’s natural for a big brother to worry about his bungling kid brother.”)
Sabo’s grin widens, “No… I take that back! As a brother!”
At night Sabo dreams.
He feels like the dreams will one day eat him alive.
For the dreams he doesn't remember, he sleepwalks.
(I’ll get that Have you seen this pirate Hey could you pass me I know he’s a handful It’s fine Whoops I fell asleep
I promise I’ll never die)
The doctor can’t find anything wrong, but encourages him to write down when it happens to see if there’s a link.
(looking at Luffy’s vivre card
an intelligence report from a former whitebeard
looking up at the endlessly black night sky
staring into a flame
saw a funny looking bird)
“Can’t sleep either?” she says, as she rubs her eyes.
“Who are you, how did you get on this ship?” he says.
“We’re not on a ship? Sabo, are you okay?” she asks.
“How do you know that name.” he hisses.
Sabo wakes up wet.
Koala is standing in front of him, holding an empty glass.
“You were sleepwalking, I think.” she says, out of breath, “You asked me who I was, and then you started using your powers. I might have panicked a little.”
Sabo thinks maybe he was dreaming about fire.
Somedays his reflection looks strange.
Somedays he’s so tired.
Somedays he feels like he’s burning alive.
Sabo feels the fire crackling beneath his skin, and wonders.