"Ow!! What in the–?!"
Luffy snapped out of his PTSD daze and glared at me. He held the ear where I detonated the micro-Air Bomb.
"You awake? Good. Let's get out of here. Nothing left here to see."
"That hurt, you know?"
"Good! You keep dozing off into a daze. Are you forgetting we're deep inside enemy territory? Get your shit together and focus!"
Luffy's expression turned from slight anger to guilt but still held hostility towards me. Was it too harsh? Well, even if it was, I don't really care.
Being lenient with him knowing the fact that he suffers from PTSD is a luxury I can't afford.
It might sound heartless and inconsiderate, but he needs to get over it. I'm not going to hold his hands and walk him through this.
"Are you done being a crybaby? We have to move and leave."
"Leave? Now?"
"Yes, you got a problem?"