( none of it really makes zoro feel any better, too weighed down by the freshness of matt's death, the gruesome video that made his hands shake so badly he almost dropped his phone, the immediate need to swing his sword and see blood. he didn't know any of the people who died during that fucked up game, so even with how overwhelming the guilt from nami's attack had felt, the death thing hadn't sunken in. zoro can't help but remember the last time a friend died, a promise that he still hasn't been able to fulfill β
but he's made other promises, too. to luffy, to help him become king of the pirates. to sanji and nami, all the way back in a cramped bed in a witch's castle with a broken leg and blood smeared between their interlocked hands, to protect the two of them until the end. the end, some nebulous, unknown thing that zoro never hopes to see.
the cook is right β he still has them, at least. he's done that much. even in the midst of all of his failings, he still has luffy and usopp and koby and nami and sanji. sanji, who has miraculously not told zoro to fuck off.
he turns over, head still in sanji's lap, looking up at the ceiling. )
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but he's made other promises, too. to luffy, to help him become king of the pirates. to sanji and nami, all the way back in a cramped bed in a witch's castle with a broken leg and blood smeared between their interlocked hands, to protect the two of them until the end. the end, some nebulous, unknown thing that zoro never hopes to see.
the cook is right β he still has them, at least. he's done that much. even in the midst of all of his failings, he still has luffy and usopp and koby and nami and sanji. sanji, who has miraculously not told zoro to fuck off.
he turns over, head still in sanji's lap, looking up at the ceiling. )
Tell me about the North Blue.