Eleven people in our place had to die for the ritual... [Now he's looking thoughtful.] Do you think they'd impose a rule like that on us again? It's likely, isn't it?
[He's tired of not being able to move about freely, to simply kick a problem in the head and let it lie. But he's dealt with this for eight weeks already; much as it sucks, he'll force himself to be patient]
... But until then, eat your food before it gets cold, shithead.
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[Yikes.]
Eleven people in our place had to die for the ritual... [Now he's looking thoughtful.] Do you think they'd impose a rule like that on us again? It's likely, isn't it?
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[His mouth thinning into a line. God, this already sounds like a shitshow]
Of course, we're not gonna know anything until whoever orchestrated this shit comes forth.
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[He sighs.]
It's such a bad thought, I know, but I just want things to get moving on. Just make it happen. Make the shoe drop, you know?
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[He's tired of not being able to move about freely, to simply kick a problem in the head and let it lie. But he's dealt with this for eight weeks already; much as it sucks, he'll force himself to be patient]
... But until then, eat your food before it gets cold, shithead.
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[Anaido sure doesn't seem to care if he's called bad names, huh...]
[He slurps up his soup.]
Oh, by the by. [He moves the soup to one hand, outstretching the other.] I'm Anaido.
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[With a slight smile he can't hide, Sanji reaches out and gives the hand a firm shake.
... can't believe he's adopting an amnesiac.]
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It's a pleasure, Sanji. Thanks again for the soup.