[Oh he could not give less of a shit about firewood or consequences, just as long as he kicks the trees hard enough to bleed, and for a moment Sanji's expression contorts, as if to turn his fury on whoever's got the balls to hold him back.

-- And then he's not allowed even that much, is he, when the trees angle for a new target. He hears what they say (of course he does, Sanji has always listened, even if he chose not to speak), and doubles down with a snarl]

You still wanna defend these shits?! I don't even care if it's true, I don't need to hear it if it's not from you!

[That's always been their way. It wasn't fuckin wrong. And he'll be damned if he stands here letting a shitty forest oak talk smack while he can do something about it--]

Burning the forest won't change a damn thing. You're still gonna wake up and be you, right? Even your family couldn't stand you -- it's why you fucked off and keep running away from everyone.

How long's it gonna last with Yusuke, eh? Two months? Maybe three? Go on, pretend to be optimistic, we dare you.

[And that-- seems to slap the fire right off of him, as Sanji's face turns pale]