week 5 | Saturday, post trial

[concasse]

[The hard truth is that Sanji isn't all that sad this Saturday night.

His breakdown has come and gone already, and maybe he's a little shattered in some places, but it's a far cry from how distraught he'd been upon the group losing Rapunzel and her partner.

... Even still, cooking is not on the menu tonight. Not for himself. He's in the kitchen to fetch some tea and little else, expression worn and thin]

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[fragileprophet]

[A mistake made by a boy who couldn't see the own worth in his life. A boy who just wanted to save his partner. But that partner saved him instead, and now, how can he spit in the face of that kindness?

He shakes his head.]

Even if I wanted.

[concasse]

[...]

Alright.

[Leaning heavily against the counter behind him, tea forgotten.]

I guess all you can do is wait, see what happens... live every day to the fullest, alright?

[fragileprophet]

[Ion can’t think of a proper way to answer, so he just nods as he tries to remember how to push air back into his tightened throat.]

I suppose I couldn’t ask that whoever may choose to take me up on my offer be treated without undue harshness?

[concasse]

... I'll give 'em a head start.

[That is as kind as Sanji feels like being. Sorry, Ion.]

[fragileprophet]

[He lets out a soft, breathless laugh.]

That’s about what I expected you to say. I’m really...I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

[concasse]

... I know.

[He believes that, small consolation that it is.]

All we can do is go forward now.

[Cracking a tired smile]

Guess this means I better give you more cooking lessons while I can.