[It's going to come out in bits and pieces like this forever, isn't it. And that's fair, even if it's hard, because nobody is ever going to sit down and talk through thirteen whole years of life. At least Law is answering his questions. He'll take that.]

So... You became a Warlord in order to get into a position that would let you finally put Doflamingo behind bars, then. I can see why that alone would make you a threat, when he's not someone to be taken lightly, but part of that also was his whole trade network. The price on his head represents more than just him as an individual. You... Well, the government probably is still upset you have the ope-ope fruit, aren't they? Plus, that bounty probably works in concert with your allies. They'll figure if they can take one of you, the others will be more likely to fall.

[The more he talks and reasons through it, the less panicked he feels. It was a shock to hear about, but there's logic behind all these decisions, and he knows enough about how those decisions are made to talk through probable rationale. This is serious, work-mode Rosinante surfacing now.

He frowns at the whole lot of it, though, then wriggles an arm free so he can try for a cigarette again. Just gotta dig past all the poncho fabric to find his pack.]

I keep saying "they". Who's in charge of the Marines, in your time?