[Now it makes sense. The first questions he'd asked, wondering if he had brothers. He dealt with this too? He, a kind boy who didn't deserve anything like this. He wasn't a monster at all. Whoever could hurt someone with such a kind heart— they were the monster.

He knows that anything he says aloud won't help Sanji now, and so he stays quiet. But he vows to himself that if anyone lays a hand on Sanji from now on, he won't let them get away with it. If possible, if he's ever close enough or can get close enough, he won't let it happen at all. And if it does, he'll make sure they regret it.

He reaches out to try and take one of Sanji's hands, if it's free enough. If not, he can free it up first by helping him carry stuff, too.]

That's worse than not having a family at all. Come on, I need your help getting clean. I can't reach my back all the way.