[As far as Sanji's concerned, the time for talking passed the moment his own memory ended.
Kotetsu's grip on his wrist is the only thing keeping him stationary, and the older man will be able to feel the muscles tense and flex, tightened by the mad desire to keep walking and leave this shit behind. The old wound on his heart is open again, bleeding itself dry - all he wants to do is work on mending it closed with denial and disregard. It worked before. It'll work again.
He sucks in breaths through his teeth and hisses the air out of his nose. He doesn't want to remember. So--]
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Kotetsu's grip on his wrist is the only thing keeping him stationary, and the older man will be able to feel the muscles tense and flex, tightened by the mad desire to keep walking and leave this shit behind. The old wound on his heart is open again, bleeding itself dry - all he wants to do is work on mending it closed with denial and disregard. It worked before. It'll work again.
He sucks in breaths through his teeth and hisses the air out of his nose. He doesn't want to remember. So--]
Let go already.