Not like the swordsman had been. It was a simple matter for that bastard, Sanji thinks, to swear himself to whatever cause was closest and worthy. A hound on the hunt for a master.
Sanji, though... maybe he's too stubborn, too bitter, too cautious to embrace that kind of life. He'll bare his teeth at anyone who thinks to own him. So he watches Baren quietly, considering their positions despite already pledging his word to obey.
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Not like the swordsman had been. It was a simple matter for that bastard, Sanji thinks, to swear himself to whatever cause was closest and worthy. A hound on the hunt for a master.
Sanji, though... maybe he's too stubborn, too bitter, too cautious to embrace that kind of life. He'll bare his teeth at anyone who thinks to own him. So he watches Baren quietly, considering their positions despite already pledging his word to obey.
... And tells himself it's fine.
It's fine.
He doesn't need to handle this like Zoro.
His smile is tired when it crosses his face]
Just spit it out, dumbass.