concasse | ANAIDO

Hahaha, I'm trying.

[He closes his eyes, smiling, but it's clearly an attempt to ground himself.]

It's just that...the game I was in only lasted two weeks, and I was dead for half of it. I can't really imagine it lasting more.

... You're gonna have to.

[it's not that his voice is lacking in sympathy. Sanji regards Anaido with quiet, tired eyes. But like before, his voice doesn't waver]

I lasted eight weeks, died, and then came back a few hours later. I just had to.

[Releasing another sigh]

You'd be surprised the amount of bullshit you can stomach when there's no choice.

But I don't...

[A pause. He swallows. His eyes finally crack open, the dull yellow of his eyes a little darker, somehow.]

[He heaves a sigh.]

I admit, being a brilliant detective with amnesia like this is...a rather special brand of hell. It's just hard to swallow, I suppose.

Ah, yeah... guess you weren't being full of shit about that "brilliant" part.

[Sure, his guesses weren't completely right, but he led the charge like a hound, and Sanji will at least respect the work he did for the group at large]

Hahahaha.

[What's so funny? Anaido doesn't say.]

I just do my best with what I'm given, I suppose.

Edited 2020-06-14 03:06 (UTC)

Oi, it's more than what some people can do.

[Gesturing at him]

You might've died early in your last game, but try and stick around for this one. We need people like you on this side.

You need someone like me?

[He...blinks.]

I...alright. I'll do my best. [A beat. His shoulders go up, like he's a little bashful.] I have...someone to think about, too.