He drew in a deep breath then, calming and steadying and he knew that alone probably wouldn't be enough. If the Crocodile deemed it something that could throw Sano, then it couldn't be pretty. It couldn't be pleasant. If it was something that could drive a teenage boy to madness, then it wasn't something that could be taken lightly.
"Then we simply don't have to tell him," he said at last, voice steady and strong and cold. "Don't forget, Wanijima-kun, I was there for the fall of Sleeping Forest. There's nothing I can't handle."