[Part of him wants to blurt it all out—because then maybe Sanji would be even a little disappointed with him, and it's better than all this frustration in realizing everyone else doesn't blame him for how he'd been turned into a murderous psycho trying to hurt his own friends.

But then there's that part of him. The side that immediately clams up and reels everything back in.

... You have your own things to work though, Sanji.

Why add to that list? Just let it go, man.]

Y'don't need to worry; I've just been working a lot. A friend of mine's been focused on building something that might be able to get people out, so I've been getting the points with the others to make it.

I'm fine.

['Daijoubu', Kotetsu's most favoritest Japanese word, better believe it.]

I'm not...

['closing everyone out', he almost says. But he pauses.]