[That's a relief, in some twisted sort of way that anything on the topic could be considered relieving. It could be worse, and since it's not, he'll take what good news he can squeeze out of it.]

Good, I guess. The world's pirates are enough of a pain without mass-produced knockoff zoan fruit.

[Still, he offers a brief sliver of a smile. Clearly he can tolerate one pirate in particular. But as soon as he continues talking, it fades to a scowl.]

When I was collecting intel on my brother's operations, I only got hints of things this far out. I knew he had his eyes set on Dressrosa, and that he was looking to expand business to bigger and bigger partners. I know he wouldn't have stopped with Dressrosa, though. Nothing was ever enough.