No one can say you did any wrong. And if they do, we'll just punch 'em in the face.

[Right about now, he would really like Whitebeard to walk through the door and declare Sabo his son. But that's been wishful thinking ever since he can remember.] We didn't choose you to be our brother. We all agreed on it. After meeting him just once, Pops asked me to be his son. Pops is different. Anyone who asks to be his son can be. He'd love to have you, Sabo.