[Garp prepared himself if Ace chose to retaliate with his fists, hitting someone in the face was the best method for anger and rage. Instead, Ace was sobbing. If Garp could choose between a fist to the face or tears, he'd take the hits. Garp inhaled his snot, resisting his tears to fall.

That damn war... Garp had to make a choice and hated it. He didn't have a proper answer to it. Instead, he threw a fist to one wall close to him, and shattered expressing his rage and anger. Garp exhaled when it was finally his turn to talk.]

You have any idea how much I wanted pick you up and throw you back? [His voice almost cracked.] That's why I chose to stay back. There's no telling what I'd do. I have all this damn power in my fist and it couldn't do a damn thing.