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BACKDATED 2 MONTH'S BEGINNING BTW — ACTION.

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[ There's still gravedirt under his nails, when he finds Sanji. Composed, ethereally remote — almost as if he has turned off every emotion, only to leave the alien force in its wake. His footsteps are quiet, the collar and shoulder of his shirt still damp with her tears. ]

I assume Koby has informed you, that Shanks is dead for now. I have seen to him.

[ A pause, and he examines his dirty nails. A memory rising in his own mind: Sanji, crying and bereft in the water. Seeking comfort, loathing himself; it's not something he can avoid thinking of, as the twisting thing in his own chest wishes it could wail like the cook. Like Nami. But, nobody ever cared for his pain, his anguish, his crying — so, why bother? Instead, he informs. ]

I saw to Nami, as well.