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What if, one day, Doflamingo pulls a Crocodile and comes back from Impel Down, but since he has been a prisoner for a long time (it hasn't been a long time now, but it will be by the time he gets out of prison, hopefully), long enough for his hair to grow, and maybe even without his glasses.
And Law sees him. His hear jumping right out of his throat, and his eyes instantly watering at the sight of that familiar head of unkept blonde hair. His mind automatically reminiscing about the man that saved his life and the day he saw him, his black coat a dark contrast against the pure white snow, surrounded by big and small droplets of dark, dark blood. He remembers that day, still hearing the deafening silence coming from him. That same silence told him that the man in the black coat was still alive and helping him one last time to get away from danger, while he could just watch the snow slowly coming down, burying his savior.
Law then blinks, cursing for that little moment of weakness (but not regretting it, because as Sengoku told him at Dressrosa, the best way to honor a loved one is to remember them), to then only to shiver as the man in front of him opens his mouth to regard him with an unfortunate and familiar maniacal laugh, his smile too wide to be genuine, too different from the last smile Cora gave him, a cruel and mocking smile.
Would Doflamingo share something, if anything, with his brother? Or would he look like a wicked and twisted picture of a past lost to hatred?