"With your strength, how could you possibly get sick? Let alone have an illness that threatens your life."
Garp's eyes widened in surprise. Then he suddenly understood and looked at Roger. "So that's why you turned yourself in?"
"Ha ha! Maybe this is my destiny!"
Roger laughed heartily, not the least bit afraid of death.
"If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. What do you want to eat tomorrow?" Garp patted himself off and stood up, trying to act as though he didn't care as he prepared to leave.
"You know what I like to eat."
"You're impossible."
Garp left the cell and shut the door. Then he picked up his lantern and started to leave.
"Garp."
After taking two steps, Garp stopped and looked back at the cell, puzzled by Roger's foolish grin.
"I forgot to tell you—I have a child."
Hopeful, anxious, and full of tenderness, Roger grinned at Garp like a complete fool.
"What did you say?"
Garp was stunned. Then his mouth fell open and his eyes widened as he wondered if he'd heard wrong. He hurried to the cell, breathing hard.
"Rouge is carrying my child. The baby's due soon. I'm going to be a father."
"That's impossible. It can't be."
Garp could barely get the words out.
"Garp, if my child is a boy, I'll name him Ace. If it's a girl, Ann. But it looks like the child won't be able to take my surname, so the baby will take the mother's surname, Portgas. The full name will be Portgas D. Ace or Portgas D. Ann."
"Why are you telling me all this? Don't you know I'm a Marine?"
"I'm entrusting my child to you."
Before Garp could finish, Roger cut him off, then repeated himself as if it were