[She watches his expression break open, piece by piece, the carefully constructed shell shattering as his words are-- angry? Desperate? Despairing? She can't tell.
Luceti is breaking him.
And she's heard these words before. Ace. Sabo. Both are dead. Both only exist here.
Maybe she can't get it. Maybe she can't understand it. All she can do is watch him fall further and further apart until he is just on the floor.
He will be as empty as Nami one day. She can see it. She can feel it. There will be nothing left in him. This is what Luceti does. She looks away and closes her eyes.
But when is at home, he will forget. When he is home they will all be nakama and this torture will have never existed. And maybe some things were worth forgetting after all.
As for Sanji, she has nothing to say. Nothing to help. And maybe--
obviously--
she can't even do that much.
She hovers a paw to apologize but then stops.
It doesn't matter. It won't make a difference and...and perhaps she has done enough.
She turns off the stove for him with a blossomed paw so that nothing will burn and then leaves as quietly as she can.
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Luceti is breaking him.
And she's heard these words before. Ace. Sabo. Both are dead. Both only exist here.
Maybe she can't get it. Maybe she can't understand it. All she can do is watch him fall further and further apart until he is just on the floor.
He will be as empty as Nami one day. She can see it. She can feel it. There will be nothing left in him. This is what Luceti does. She looks away and closes her eyes.
But when is at home, he will forget. When he is home they will all be nakama and this torture will have never existed. And maybe some things were worth forgetting after all.
As for Sanji, she has nothing to say. Nothing to help. And maybe--
obviously--
she can't even do that much.
She hovers a paw to apologize but then stops.
It doesn't matter. It won't make a difference and...and perhaps she has done enough.
She turns off the stove for him with a blossomed paw so that nothing will burn and then leaves as quietly as she can.
Though really, there is nowhere to go]