[Both his home and Luceti have shown Sanji their share of impossible happenings, so even when this girl motions at the body and tells him what can't possibly be the truth... he believes her. He can see it for himself, after all - the girls look exactly alike.
Is this an experiment, then? Still unsteady and unsettled, the chef climbs to his feet and stares at one of his upturned hands, then suspiciously at the surroundings. This isn't his prison. This girl wouldn't be here, otherwise.]
... So this is-- we're in some projection of the past? [He says this slowly, not completely sold on the idea]
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Is this an experiment, then? Still unsteady and unsettled, the chef climbs to his feet and stares at one of his upturned hands, then suspiciously at the surroundings. This isn't his prison. This girl wouldn't be here, otherwise.]
... So this is-- we're in some projection of the past? [He says this slowly, not completely sold on the idea]