Sabo shakes his head, loosening himself from the grip of the edgy crowd that winces as Ace punches a wall. Sabo doesn't wince, though, just watches him go, catching his glance.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you." Why, he can't say. But he will. Every time he can. Every move. Every word sung or i dotted. He will watch and record. And be there one step away just... just in case he's needed. For... something.