It's not about what I want, chef! Haha, there's things that one wants, and there's things which other people want. I think I'm the latter. Like a little bird in another's cage, I can only sing so much.
[He hums. How can he be so light when talking about the fact that he's somehow unable to make choices for himself.]
I'm a brilliant detective who figures out the mystery of Kaeru-kun's death. And I will use my skills to help you all solve the murders of others. My mystery is not a mystery I should solve. It's not part of my job. So that's that.
I know. You don't think I'm irritated by that? Everyone loves to read about the adventures of brilliant detectives. But in reality, the existence of a brilliant detective is horribly cursed.
[There's one thing to acknowledge that you're trapped. It's quite another to be fine with it.]
Let me ask you something, Sanji. [He leans on the counter, resting his chin in his hand.] If you woke up the next day in a body that didn't belong to you, what would you do?
Well, of course, that's the first reaction. I'd probably freak out, too. But I guess I mean...what do you do afterwards, especially if there's no obvious way of getting your body back? Would you be happy with it eventually? Get used to it?
[IGNORING THAT FIRST PART, we don't talk about Sanji's canon.]
... I mean, I'd have to get used to it to a point, wouldn't I? Even if I searched for a way to find my old one, the experience of living in the new would have an effect I couldn't just... ignore.
[Folding his arms, and doing his best to take this question seriously]
For me, I wouldn't stop looking -- not unless I knew for certain I couldn't get the old body back, or I found out getting that old one back would cost more than I was willing to spend, y'know?
Yeah, that's exactly it. [He lets his hand drift over his face, over the right side of his forehead, staying there briefly, before he brushes through his own hair.] In a way, you'd get used to it, in your own way, but you'd miss what you lost. Like a longing. You're in something else, and you want to get back to where you need to be, and...well, that's its own unique form of misery, I suppose.
Ah. I think my theories are just theories. But dying so many times in one's memories makes you wonder, you know? I'm glad you don't have to deal with that, chef.
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[And a light laugh.]
Maybe I'm just a cool immortal detective who solves crimes until the end of time! Better knowing that, then revealing I'm something else, hm?
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[Firm on that]
If that's the role you wanna play, whose gonna tell you to suck it up and do it different?
... But if you are a detective, if you're really the type to keep plowing forward, looking for the truth...
[Eventually he's gonna plow straight into something he might not get to take back. And maybe that's the true, ugly truth of it all.]
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[He hums. How can he be so light when talking about the fact that he's somehow unable to make choices for himself.]
I'm a brilliant detective who figures out the mystery of Kaeru-kun's death. And I will use my skills to help you all solve the murders of others. My mystery is not a mystery I should solve. It's not part of my job. So that's that.
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[His eye narrows slightly. In irritation? In deep thought? It's hard to tell when one side of his face is constantly shadowed by his hair]
You act like the story's written for you, so there's no point in fighting back.
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[There's one thing to acknowledge that you're trapped. It's quite another to be fine with it.]
Let me ask you something, Sanji. [He leans on the counter, resting his chin in his hand.] If you woke up the next day in a body that didn't belong to you, what would you do?
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[I'm so sorry about One Piece]
Freak out, and then check the body. Figure out if I recognize it. Freak out some more.
[A shrug]
But I know that's not what you mean. Especially since I got my own body back in the end.
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[JUST STARING AT SANJI. YOU OKAY, MAN.]
Well, of course, that's the first reaction. I'd probably freak out, too. But I guess I mean...what do you do afterwards, especially if there's no obvious way of getting your body back? Would you be happy with it eventually? Get used to it?
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... I mean, I'd have to get used to it to a point, wouldn't I? Even if I searched for a way to find my old one, the experience of living in the new would have an effect I couldn't just... ignore.
[Folding his arms, and doing his best to take this question seriously]
For me, I wouldn't stop looking -- not unless I knew for certain I couldn't get the old body back, or I found out getting that old one back would cost more than I was willing to spend, y'know?
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Yeah, that's exactly it. [He lets his hand drift over his face, over the right side of his forehead, staying there briefly, before he brushes through his own hair.] In a way, you'd get used to it, in your own way, but you'd miss what you lost. Like a longing. You're in something else, and you want to get back to where you need to be, and...well, that's its own unique form of misery, I suppose.
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[...]
You're in someone else's body...?
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[Hm. Hm. Hmmmm.]
Ah. I think my theories are just theories. But dying so many times in one's memories makes you wonder, you know? I'm glad you don't have to deal with that, chef.