[Almost lost... He leans his chin into his arms, crossed over his knees, and is silent for a moment. He hates the internal loop of images that plague his thoughts, and like Sanji, those won't go away anytime soon. For longer, too—much longer. He doesn't want to consider such a long period of reliving.

He wants to ask about their bodies. The three of them, where had they gone? But he knows that Barnaby's has faded out entirely, gone from Luceti. And the other two... he's scared to know.]

... M'sorry. It must've been a pretty bad sight.

[He felt dead back then. He was really surprised to find his tenacity toward life held out.]

I guess it's like they said... Endurance is my strong point.

[He laughs a little, faint and humorless, but he regrets it because it's ultimately a jaded noise that paints a clear picture: there's nothing funny about any of it at all. His amber eyes glance around the floor in front of him like he'd just realized this was all real as he pulls the jacket around his arms a little more, swallowing a lump in his throat.]

...

Thanks for keeping me alive.