[If he holds onto her any tighter, he'll squeeze her poor torso in half, and it's not just because of Elicia's plea. The memories Sanji experiences with others are not simple movie clips he watches from afar - he feels every second of pain, every stretched moment of agony, as if his own soul had just been ripped out of his body. His grip twitches around her until at last he swallows his breath and holds it, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to focus on the little girl.]
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