[...she wants to take that and run. She really does. It's tempting, in a cowardly sort of way, to take all of that at face value, absolve herself of any blame, move on.
She can't. Not quite. Probably, she acknowledges wearily to herself, because they'll all be blaming themselves for a while no matter what pretty words they say in the meantime.
What she does take from that is that Sanji doesn't-- hate is a strong word, and no matter what happens, she knows the ties will always be there. They're nakama. But--
He's not blaming her, either. She's sure he's honest on that score, far beyond just trying to be a gentleman. Not at this dark time of the morning. Not when he looks so tired and weary and sad.
So a knot loosens, just a little.]
I'm still sorry. [And she smiles at that, quick and shaky, but. Hey.]
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She can't. Not quite. Probably, she acknowledges wearily to herself, because they'll all be blaming themselves for a while no matter what pretty words they say in the meantime.
What she does take from that is that Sanji doesn't-- hate is a strong word, and no matter what happens, she knows the ties will always be there. They're nakama. But--
He's not blaming her, either. She's sure he's honest on that score, far beyond just trying to be a gentleman. Not at this dark time of the morning. Not when he looks so tired and weary and sad.
So a knot loosens, just a little.]
I'm still sorry. [And she smiles at that, quick and shaky, but. Hey.]
I missed you.