Sanji's expression morphs again: not of sympathy, not of confusion, but this time of dawning realization and understanding. There is not one kid, even a noble-born, who doesn't dream of escape at some point.
He just never thought he'd meet someone who'd actually do it]
I won't. [he doesn't have it in him to sound stung, so he stands there and feels his heartbeat slow.] M'not gonna.
[His eyes fall back on the strip of green he can still see from here, but finally, Sanji seems to have fallen back on manners instead of the subtle but engrained sense of entitlement. The boy stands quiet and doesn't approach]
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Sanji's expression morphs again: not of sympathy, not of confusion, but this time of dawning realization and understanding. There is not one kid, even a noble-born, who doesn't dream of escape at some point.
He just never thought he'd meet someone who'd actually do it]
I won't. [he doesn't have it in him to sound stung, so he stands there and feels his heartbeat slow.] M'not gonna.
[His eyes fall back on the strip of green he can still see from here, but finally, Sanji seems to have fallen back on manners instead of the subtle but engrained sense of entitlement. The boy stands quiet and doesn't approach]