This whole thing is foolish. He feels like a kid crying about his spilled candy.]
I don't--
[There's a scoffing sort of laugh, hauntingly echoing Sanji's earlier one, if only a little shakier, less controlled. He looks at anything but the chef, inevitably trailing his gaze down as he drops the shattered remnants of wood and blood. This isn't how he's supposed to be--and it's not how things are supposed to ever be, not for anyone.]
--I don't know what's wrong with me...
[He wants to run away; he's wanted to run away since the moment Sanji prodded and poked at his brain.]
action;
[No. That's never the answer and you know it.
This whole thing is foolish. He feels like a kid crying about his spilled candy.]
I don't--
[There's a scoffing sort of laugh, hauntingly echoing Sanji's earlier one, if only a little shakier, less controlled. He looks at anything but the chef, inevitably trailing his gaze down as he drops the shattered remnants of wood and blood. This isn't how he's supposed to be--and it's not how things are supposed to ever be, not for anyone.]
--I don't know what's wrong with me...
[He wants to run away; he's wanted to run away since the moment Sanji prodded and poked at his brain.]