He thinks for a moment.

"... May I have Pato back?"

Pato looks over at him, giving a nod.

"I would like to show you Pato's true form. He's actually a devil fruit user."

"... And what if you didn't have to go back, would you? What if you had an opportunity to leave and move to a new home, would you?"

He's thinking carefully, both hands now on his umbrella, seated across his lap.

"... You can't really pull the wool over these old eyes. I could see you tense up earlier."

He goes into a seated position, unfurling the umbrella as he looks at Pato and then her.

"... You don't want to go back, but you have to, correct?"

He can see the tenseness already. Pato just looks up at her as Redfield strokes his beard.

"... Hmm, right..."

>"Boss?"<

He's already thinking up a plan in his head.

"I'd like to see your boss."

"... Ah, your boss?"

He's thinking for a moment, pinching his beard a little bit with his free hand as his other one holds his umbrella.

"You work for him... Does he treat you well?"

"Hmm, alright, you can hug him."

He's just going to pick up the Tanuki gently and hold him out to her.

>"Well, if Boss says it's fine."<

"... Now I wonder if anyone's tried to recruit you? You must be pretty popular if you're dealing to all three forces."

to rush through your childhood, and your teens to take control of your own life, in the absence of a safe place to call home, in the absence of adults you could trust.

"Do you know what pacifistas are?"

"Oh? Ah, I see. Truthfully, I've been a lot of places, there have been one or two that made weapons. Though I've been through several seas."

>"Boss, your memory is slipping it seems, nukikiki~"<

The Tanuki chuckles and Redfield gives it a light tap with the umbrella.

"Do you deal with pirates?"