[He can't help it, that defiance makes him smile broadly as he wipes his sleeve across his face to rid it of those tears. Yes, in spite of nearly every card in the deck being stacked against him, Law is alive. Law is alive, and Rosinante finds he could not be more proud of the boy. ... Man. Going to be hard to get used to that.]

I want to hear all about it. Law, it's - I've heard a little, but it's not as real as seeing you here. There's two people here from our world, but nobody told me - I mean, look at you!

[Not the most coherent sentences as his mind rushes faster than his tongue can keep up, but he's reached out a hand again, this time in wonder as he touches Law's cheek. There's not a trace of white.]