[He works his jaw, looking distantly toward the wall, not wanting Sanji to catch the upset shadow passing his features; he was an easily emotional guy, and knowing he gave it his all and it wasn't good enough? Not nearly as painful as knowing he failed his partner. He knows how Barnaby must've felt now, when they took him away. That helplessness. They weren't unused to it. Their relationship was still tender, after all the bullshit they'd reaped through. After he almost died, and Barnaby learned his life was a big plan. But...
He slams his battered fist down on the table and the whole counter rattles against it.]
Dammit.
[I failed him. The memories of his own visit to the cells prod at his thoughts.]
March 14th
He slams his battered fist down on the table and the whole counter rattles against it.]
Dammit.
[I failed him. The memories of his own visit to the cells prod at his thoughts.]
Dammit...