[It'd be nice if Sanji could give him an answer, even one born out of sympathy rather than truth. He's often wondered how he'd react if Ginko ever came back to Luceti, the same as always but utterly different, with no memories of their time spent together: a stranger again.
He never dwells on the question long; watching Richard crumble reminds him of why.
Some of the sternness melts from Sanji's face, with raw sympathy left in its wake. He takes a seat next to the man and pours himself a glass of wine, not saying anything. For now, his presence will have to be enough. There's nothing he can do to make this better.]
[Action, January 11th]
He never dwells on the question long; watching Richard crumble reminds him of why.
Some of the sternness melts from Sanji's face, with raw sympathy left in its wake. He takes a seat next to the man and pours himself a glass of wine, not saying anything. For now, his presence will have to be enough. There's nothing he can do to make this better.]