But no matter how he spoke or shouted...
His companions and his younger self in the scene seemed unable to see him, still discussing how to deal with Kaido.
He was frantic, yet he could muster no strength at all.
Until the next day, when he watched in a daze as his younger self charged into battle against Kaido, Great Sword in hand and companions at his side.
"Hahaha, Kaido! Today, we settle who's stronger!"
The scene shifted. His younger self had lost.
All his companions around him had been slaughtered. Only one man, clinging to his last breath, fled past the bodies, crying out in despair.
He fled, running back to the Grand Line like a beaten dog.
There, he met an abandoned little girl.
Taking pity on her, he kept her by his side and raised her as his daughter.
Later, he met a doctor who had lost his beloved and was obsessed with researching how to resurrect corpses.
"Is this what it feels like when your brain recalls your entire life before you die?"
"But why does it still feel like the wind is blowing so much sand today that it's brought tears to my eyes?"
Moria cried.
He wept loudly like someone helpless and abandoned.
As though welcoming death, he also waited quietly for his companions to come for him.
"Hahaha, Boss Moria! Stop crying! We never blamed you. You're the very, very best!"
Just then, Moria saw his companions who had died long ago gathered together, all giving him a thumbs-up as they looked at him happily.
Encouraging him, just as they had back then.
Moria's eyes were red. "You guys... I'm the one who got you killed."
"If I hadn't insisted on challenging Kaido, you wouldn't have died."
But his companions shook their heads