[ powerless is an apt description, even if sanji has never and could never see zoro in such a way. his eyes flick towards the door when zoro clambers in, unmoving when he joins him on the bed, interrupting his mental menu exercises, a futile attempt to feel useful in his own way.

the one hand preoccupied with his cigarette stays at his mouth, but the other brushes dust from zoro's shoulder, rubbing his fingers together. ]

That guy made his choices. You heard what he did. No, he didn't deserve to be murdered for it, but there's no way you could've protected him. There's no way you could've known.

Who was he to you anyway?