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week 6 | sunday, post-execution
[Sanji plans on exercising his rights as an adult all night long with two bottles of wine and maybe a pillow to cry into, so! His only reason for being in the kitchen today is gathering up the supplies. As has been a little obvious since Saturday, company is something he's going out of his way to avoid for long stretches.
... But it's in the kitchen that his single mindedness betrays him a little, and his eyes wander for the cabinets. Recalling cooking lessons that only recently got off the ground. He stares until the lump in his throat needs to be swallowed back]
Tch.
[He returns to the alcohol, wrapping the bottles in his cloak to carry, a bitter frown carved into his expression.
He'll come back, will he?
What a joke.]
... But it's in the kitchen that his single mindedness betrays him a little, and his eyes wander for the cabinets. Recalling cooking lessons that only recently got off the ground. He stares until the lump in his throat needs to be swallowed back]
Tch.
[He returns to the alcohol, wrapping the bottles in his cloak to carry, a bitter frown carved into his expression.
He'll come back, will he?
What a joke.]
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He suspects this is another of the people he should rather take care not to remind too much of who they've lost. To that end, his voice is uncharacteristically low and solemn, though somehow less unfitting coming from him than the lighter tone he'd taken in response to Akechi. ]
... It seems unfair, doesn't it.
[ He's aware Sanji has some fondness for the two that survived. Still, their cheating death...
What was all that nonsense, about him coming back later? Naivete, foolishness? Does it even matter now? ]
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Life's unfair.
[He knows he doesn't need to remind Ion of that. If anything, the words are for himself, aimed like a grenade at this bitterness that refuses to abate. Frown still etched into his face, he glares down at his hands]
And wishes have burned us before, haven't they? I should've figured...
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Was it a wish? That had Akechi promising that he would come back, somehow?
[ He'd said as much at trial, but it had also been qualified with a 'supposedly,' as if Akechi had been working off of guesswork. ]
... We've come to place so much trust in the well, despite the story it belongs to.