[Do you wanna know the last man who hugged him like this was, Kotetsu?
The memory doesn't end there. Time and distance skirt beside the grieving man and follow him up the mountain's path while he carries the body with him, into a cave. And then he's talking. Falsely placid words are too low and subdued to hear; the bearer of the memory probably doesn't remember what he said. And Sanji isn't paying attention anymore so much as he's locked in the experience again, lax in Kotetsu's grip, feeling the frustration and anger and helplessness in the cave build and build and--
The yelling starts. So does the kicking. Sanji has never been one for calm when lost in an emotion; the enclosure is just not equipped to handle his unchecked rage. Spikes of rock from the ceiling tremble and fall, and target every inch of the ground, including the still man in a corner - and the cry of fear that erupts from the chef's throat when he shields the dead body with his own...
With an unstable jerk, Sanji propels himself out of Kotetsu's grip like he's been burned, his eye wild and unseeing despite his clenched expression. No. He can hear the choked, naked sobs in the distance and no more. End this, please.]
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The memory doesn't end there. Time and distance skirt beside the grieving man and follow him up the mountain's path while he carries the body with him, into a cave. And then he's talking. Falsely placid words are too low and subdued to hear; the bearer of the memory probably doesn't remember what he said. And Sanji isn't paying attention anymore so much as he's locked in the experience again, lax in Kotetsu's grip, feeling the frustration and anger and helplessness in the cave build and build and--
The yelling starts. So does the kicking. Sanji has never been one for calm when lost in an emotion; the enclosure is just not equipped to handle his unchecked rage. Spikes of rock from the ceiling tremble and fall, and target every inch of the ground, including the still man in a corner - and the cry of fear that erupts from the chef's throat when he shields the dead body with his own...
With an unstable jerk, Sanji propels himself out of Kotetsu's grip like he's been burned, his eye wild and unseeing despite his clenched expression. No. He can hear the choked, naked sobs in the distance and no more. End this, please.]