[... Maybe it's a small thing, but it eases some of the pressure in Sanji's soul to be compared to Souji -- a testament to their friendship, and that he wasn't wrong to trust him.
But he remains steady, focused on the here and know, and nods along to Yasusada's concerns.]
It's not right. Shit like this just brings out the worst in all of us, because you've got a lot of scared people who don't want to die.
[There aren't clear cut villains in a murdergame. Anyone can kill. Anyone can die. Everyone will suffer. There's no honor to the spectacle.]
So I get it, I really do. This kind of bullshit isn't anything I'm used to, either.
[Sanji can be sneaky, underhanded, and cruel -- he knows this to be true better than anyone, and simply accepts the worst pieces of himself -- but he'd like to think he's always acted with honor, too, in the little moments he was allowed that much.
He looks at the other, smile tired and tight]
We gotta keep going forward, though. Bit by bit. [...] And we'll get there.
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But he remains steady, focused on the here and know, and nods along to Yasusada's concerns.]
It's not right. Shit like this just brings out the worst in all of us, because you've got a lot of scared people who don't want to die.
[There aren't clear cut villains in a murdergame. Anyone can kill. Anyone can die. Everyone will suffer. There's no honor to the spectacle.]
So I get it, I really do. This kind of bullshit isn't anything I'm used to, either.
[Sanji can be sneaky, underhanded, and cruel -- he knows this to be true better than anyone, and simply accepts the worst pieces of himself -- but he'd like to think he's always acted with honor, too, in the little moments he was allowed that much.
He looks at the other, smile tired and tight]
We gotta keep going forward, though. Bit by bit. [...] And we'll get there.