Letting out a huff, she shoved his shoulder in reproach. She knew he thought himself as maybe a step below Doflamingo in terms of morality, and she was determined to make him see he was better than that. “Look, I know we’re not the traditional definition of ‘good’. We are pirates after all. But you’re not evil. Not like a certain pink feathered bastard. You’ve got limits and morals and you care about the people you care about. So, I’d say you’re chaotic-lawful; you’ve got a strict moral code, but no one can figure out what the fuck it is,” she teased.

“But what I mean is, yeah, you’re broken and kind of fucked-up, but you’re not a monster. Not like him. You’re not a good man, but you’re not evil. We’ve seen evil. Guys like Blackbeard and Kaido and Akainu. Compared to those bastards, you’re a saint. So, quit selling yourself short, alright? We’ll never be heroes, but I think we’re doing ok where we are on the alignment chart.”