[Koby's a creature of the ocean, of tides and waves and undercurrents. He knows those things with a bone-deep assurance that would serve him very well if, say, the train was in danger of being submerged underwater. In that case, Koby would be able to look at the slowly-rising waterline and know exactly when to start panicking. Fire, though...not so much.
Case in point -- the flames get very close while he's busy binding up wounds or setting dislocated shoulders, and it's only when there's a sudden gust of wind (?) that Koby actually realizes how much imminent danger he'd been in. He nudges his glasses up with a knuckle, looking up -- and up and up and.
Oh. That's. That certainly is Dracule Mihawk, standing right there. Covered in blood. Interesting.]
You should worry about yourself first. [That -- isn't what he'd meant to say at all. He'd meant to make some sort of deflective remark and sidle away, escape from the situation before Mihawk clocks him as a) a Marine, b) a Marine under Garp. And yet, instead: that.]
post crash because i needed them being immediately bitchy to each other
Case in point -- the flames get very close while he's busy binding up wounds or setting dislocated shoulders, and it's only when there's a sudden gust of wind (?) that Koby actually realizes how much imminent danger he'd been in. He nudges his glasses up with a knuckle, looking up -- and up and up and.
Oh. That's. That certainly is Dracule Mihawk, standing right there. Covered in blood. Interesting.]
You should worry about yourself first. [That -- isn't what he'd meant to say at all. He'd meant to make some sort of deflective remark and sidle away, escape from the situation before Mihawk clocks him as a) a Marine, b) a Marine under Garp. And yet, instead: that.]