(He keeps his ears stuffed under the hat with absolute gratitude. However, when he was just at home alone or with Koby, the hat came off. He had discovered a humiliating love for having his ears scratched. It was a new weakness apparently.
Mihawk stares at his notebook and it catches him off guard a bit. Was that how he came off?)
Please. I hardly make a habit out of killing defenseless creatures if it can be helped. There is nothing to be proud of in that. (It posed no challenge to him and he saw no value in shedding that kind of blood. Whether Sanji believed him hardly mattered to him, but it was true. He had never been the sort to be cruel just for the fun of it even if he was often cold. Granted, he had killed an enormous amount of women in his life too, but those women had been far from damsels or innocent, and they either came at him with their own swords and weapons.
He had a feeling that wasn't the kind of bloodshed Sanji was talking about here though. A self-imposed rule then by the only person who had served as a mentor to Sanji. He sighs.)
That man would likely consider your genuine guilt as an obvious sign that the situation was beyond your usual control. If you regret it, then fine, regret it, and promise to do better in the future to pay respect to the women you killed and to the man you admire.
(It's really that easy, Sanji, gosh. Coming from a guy who frankly has no concept of guilt, but he...doesn't like Sanji. He just doesn't like seeing him put out.)
No, we were not. After the change, I decided I wanted him near more often than not.
(Wow, Mihawk. Expose yourself, why don't you. But really, it's the wolfish part of him that now felt viciously loyal and protective.)
I see. So, Nami came back to you. (Despite everything. He's...glad for them.)
You must be thrilled with that. Maybe so. I leave that kind of decision up to him. I try to allow him his autonomy. He may not want to maintain such a connection with me.
(...But Mihawk would love that. It sounded as convenient as it did comforting and there's a mild bubble of jealousy in the pit of his stomach.)
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Mihawk stares at his notebook and it catches him off guard a bit. Was that how he came off?)
Please. I hardly make a habit out of killing defenseless creatures if it can be helped. There is nothing to be proud of in that. (It posed no challenge to him and he saw no value in shedding that kind of blood. Whether Sanji believed him hardly mattered to him, but it was true. He had never been the sort to be cruel just for the fun of it even if he was often cold. Granted, he had killed an enormous amount of women in his life too, but those women had been far from damsels or innocent, and they either came at him with their own swords and weapons.
He had a feeling that wasn't the kind of bloodshed Sanji was talking about here though. A self-imposed rule then by the only person who had served as a mentor to Sanji. He sighs.)
That man would likely consider your genuine guilt as an obvious sign that the situation was beyond your usual control. If you regret it, then fine, regret it, and promise to do better in the future to pay respect to the women you killed and to the man you admire.
(It's really that easy, Sanji, gosh. Coming from a guy who frankly has no concept of guilt, but he...doesn't like Sanji. He just doesn't like seeing him put out.)
No, we were not. After the change, I decided I wanted him near more often than not.
(Wow, Mihawk. Expose yourself, why don't you. But really, it's the wolfish part of him that now felt viciously loyal and protective.)
I see.
So, Nami came back to you. (Despite everything. He's...glad for them.)
You must be thrilled with that.
Maybe so. I leave that kind of decision up to him. I try to allow him his autonomy. He may not want to maintain such a connection with me.
(...But Mihawk would love that. It sounded as convenient as it did comforting and there's a mild bubble of jealousy in the pit of his stomach.)
Of course she did. She cares deeply for you.