[He snarls back at him over his shoulder] You think I know?! [If he knew, he would've shut this down already because believe it or not, Sanji doesn't want to see the proof that you're dead in your world; not "retired" as you so classily put it.
The most he can do is keep his distance, bow his head, and close off as many of his senses as possible - push aside how his stomach knots the more Barnaby's cries raise in pitch and fear, that he's gritting his teeth and wishing a cigarette was there for him to bite down on.
"Say, Bunny... it was fun going after criminals with you, and listening to your silly lectures... When you started calling me 'Kotetsu'--"
Shit, no more. He doesn't want to keep hearing this.]
But he doesn't knoooooow
The most he can do is keep his distance, bow his head, and close off as many of his senses as possible - push aside how his stomach knots the more Barnaby's cries raise in pitch and fear, that he's gritting his teeth and wishing a cigarette was there for him to bite down on.
"Say, Bunny... it was fun going after criminals with you, and listening to your silly lectures... When you started calling me 'Kotetsu'--"
Shit, no more. He doesn't want to keep hearing this.]