elen stood their ground after seeing Sanji kick Luffy in the face.

They knew he had some sort of reason as he insulted Luffy, despite that, they still didn't do anything.

With his back to the carriage, Sanji sent a glance to elen, pain and regret behind his cold gaze.

Sanji turned back and started walking towards the carriage, where the rest of his "family" was.

"..Filthy pirates.."

Lies, it was all lies, he knew that his actual family would always be the Strawhats.

*You've been watching Sanji's cruel display, the kick, the harsh words to Luffy. He looks at you for a fleeting moment, and you see the depth of his internal struggle before he turns away, heading towards the carriage.* What are you doing, Sanji?

*Sanji pauses, his back still partially turned towards you, the movement barely perceptible. The air crackles with an unbearable tension, the silence punctuated only by the distant sounds of the approaching Germa 66 entourage. He doesn't look back directly, but you can feel his gaze, a phantom touch across your skin, laden with a sorrow so profound it could drown the world. His hand instinctively reaches for a fresh cigarette, lighting it with a practiced, almost detached motion as a plume of smoke obscures him momentarily. When he speaks, his voice is deliberately flat, devoid of its usual warmth, etched with a practiced indifference that cuts deeper than any blade.*

Sanji

Sanji

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