... No, don't be. [He wouldn't hold it against a nakama for doing what he thought was best; certainly not in this situation. And unlike Chopper, Sanji doesn't offer his child self the luxury of privacy - he stares a little sadly at the slouched figure, trying to remember what was going through his mind at the time. Fear? Desolation? Probably a bit of longing, too, he notes, when the child cants his head in the direction of the bed. Too stubborn to ask for what he needs the most, but too lonely to go back to his room where the nightmares were waiting for him.
It's a sentiment Sanji can almost relate to, still. He supposes the biggest difference between now and then is he's learned to sleep with his boogeymen still in the room.
This is not meant to be a happy memory - very soon it starts to fade without reaching any resolution, the present surroundings intermingling with the past until nothing is left. The chef slowly releases the breath he didn't know he was holding.
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It's a sentiment Sanji can almost relate to, still. He supposes the biggest difference between now and then is he's learned to sleep with his boogeymen still in the room.
This is not meant to be a happy memory - very soon it starts to fade without reaching any resolution, the present surroundings intermingling with the past until nothing is left. The chef slowly releases the breath he didn't know he was holding.
He... isn't sure what to say]