[And then just like that it was over. The pain was gone. Zoro jolts back into his body with a hard whump and it takes all his training not to choke on what feels like his first breath of fresh air all year.
He sits still for a moment then, slowly, carefully, lifts a hand to his face. It's scuffed from the day's activities but otherwise clean-- no blood dribbling down as he vaguely expected there would be. He looks around, blinking. Sanji, awake, and the village in the distance. A tree. The sky.
It takes him a moment but he begins to breathe normally again. Phantom pain still curling through his body, Zoro fails to register that he's still gripping Sanji's arm. Hard.]
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He sits still for a moment then, slowly, carefully, lifts a hand to his face. It's scuffed from the day's activities but otherwise clean-- no blood dribbling down as he vaguely expected there would be. He looks around, blinking. Sanji, awake, and the village in the distance. A tree. The sky.
It takes him a moment but he begins to breathe normally again. Phantom pain still curling through his body, Zoro fails to register that he's still gripping Sanji's arm. Hard.]