[ the apparent injury is hardly one he'd actually give much attention to. sure, he'd winced in the moment, and he could feel a bit of that ache lingering while climbing up the steps, but it'd be quick enough to heal and he'd certainly been used to plenty of wounds finding their way on his legs. that's typically the price for someone who uses them to fight. still, if a kind woman like wanda wants to insist on caring for it, who is he to deny her?
he sits himself still as she dabs it with the swab, letting her do what she feels is necessary for treating it with no intent on interfering. instead, he gives his attention to her questions, content to tell her anything she'd like to know if she asks.
when she repeats his words, he can only smile. in his time here, he's learned that most people don't come from a world like this own, and there's something always a bit joyous to witness their intrigue of what apparently sounds like a fantasy (though melancholic too with the reminder of how far he is now from that world too). ]
I don't know. I like to think we're plenty good. [ luffy, nami, usopp, even zoro — there's good will in all of them, carrying pure dreams that should never be ridiculed, always looking out for those in need of help. he remembers being a kid, holding a knife to zeff, merely for being a pirate, a man who'd sacrificed his own leg to save his own worthless life.
he gives a shake of his head, sighing at the reminder of how divided the idea of moral good is in his world. ] Besides, just because the government says you're a criminal, doesn't mean that's who you are.
[ wanda tucks back her hair behind her shoulder, drawing the direction of sanji's eyes, catching again on the mark around her neck, now even more visible under the light of the room than it had been outside on the steps. it makes it far more difficult to ignore, too fresh to be any kind of old scar.
i was, too. she says of being on the sea. he carefully lifts his hand, not quite bringing them to her neck to touch her skin but tentatively using his fingers to lightly brush back a bit more of her hair. ]
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he sits himself still as she dabs it with the swab, letting her do what she feels is necessary for treating it with no intent on interfering. instead, he gives his attention to her questions, content to tell her anything she'd like to know if she asks.
when she repeats his words, he can only smile. in his time here, he's learned that most people don't come from a world like this own, and there's something always a bit joyous to witness their intrigue of what apparently sounds like a fantasy (though melancholic too with the reminder of how far he is now from that world too). ]
I don't know. I like to think we're plenty good. [ luffy, nami, usopp, even zoro — there's good will in all of them, carrying pure dreams that should never be ridiculed, always looking out for those in need of help. he remembers being a kid, holding a knife to zeff, merely for being a pirate, a man who'd sacrificed his own leg to save his own worthless life.
he gives a shake of his head, sighing at the reminder of how divided the idea of moral good is in his world. ] Besides, just because the government says you're a criminal, doesn't mean that's who you are.
[ wanda tucks back her hair behind her shoulder, drawing the direction of sanji's eyes, catching again on the mark around her neck, now even more visible under the light of the room than it had been outside on the steps. it makes it far more difficult to ignore, too fresh to be any kind of old scar.
i was, too. she says of being on the sea. he carefully lifts his hand, not quite bringing them to her neck to touch her skin but tentatively using his fingers to lightly brush back a bit more of her hair. ]
Is that where this came from?