That's not what I doubt - you have your Captain, your crew, everything that's waiting for you back home. Of course you don't want to die here. No one does.
[That's what Jae-ha thinks, anyway.
He hasn't run across anyone with a death wish.]
But that's why you shouldn't offer that sort of exchange.
[If it's because of Jae-Ha's words or simply Sanji bowing out of that particular convo, who can say? He's glancing off in the distance, looking a little tired.]
[... Comfort food, then. Except what Sanji makes for his crew is very specific to their tastes, build on over a year of hard earned trust and sentiment.
-- He can't. Not right now.
So he compromises, and though he doesn't know where Jae-Ha hails from, the smells might be... familiar. Steamed dumplings, yaki mandu, tofu soup... he stick to the theme with a chef's intuition, and just hope it does its job.]
[-- And before Sanji can even open his mouth again, he's already clenched his jaw and shoved the words down his throat, all the way down to his feet, past gravity where they'll never see light.
But he can sit and share a meal. And pretend it's not gonna be the last]
... I've heard about legacies, about legends, about the things that people can leave behind. If you got to choose what they remembered about you... what would it be?
I wonder if it's because I'd rather people don't remember how it all ends - but everything I did before that point. I hope that even if the end isn't beautiful, people say that it is.
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and he's going to turn it right back around to - ]
Why would you ask me something like that?
Do you want to die?
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[Well Sanji's yelling so he must be in a better mood.]
It was hypothetical! I had to test your shitty resolve.
[MmMmMMM BULLSHIT YOU DID, CHEF]
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I didn't think I'd have to ask you not to lie to me....
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Especially not in a shitty place like this.
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[That's what Jae-ha thinks, anyway.
He hasn't run across anyone with a death wish.]
But that's why you shouldn't offer that sort of exchange.
Not to anyone.
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Alright, I retract that offer.
[If it's because of Jae-Ha's words or simply Sanji bowing out of that particular convo, who can say? He's glancing off in the distance, looking a little tired.]
What do you want for dinner?
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Let's go with -
Your favorite food for when you know that you and your crew have a long night ahead.
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-- He can't. Not right now.
So he compromises, and though he doesn't know where Jae-Ha hails from, the smells might be... familiar. Steamed dumplings, yaki mandu, tofu soup... he stick to the theme with a chef's intuition, and just hope it does its job.]
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Jae-ha laughs faintly, almost fondly - ]
Nice guess, Chef.
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[Heh... Something to be thankful for. Once everything's finished, Sanji lays out the plates and dishes, scooting them in Jae-Ha's direction]
Go on... eat up.
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Gesturing for them both to take a seat somewhere.]
Sit with me. Let's both eat.
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[-- And before Sanji can even open his mouth again, he's already clenched his jaw and shoved the words down his throat, all the way down to his feet, past gravity where they'll never see light.
But he can sit and share a meal. And pretend it's not gonna be the last]
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Jae-ha, meanwhile, breezily:]
If you got to pick your last words, what would you want them to be?
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This is why Sanji hates men.]
I don't wanna think about something so gruesome while I eat!
[...]
I mean, probably a thanks for everyone for putting up with my shit.
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Is that all?
No, I mean -
... I've heard about legacies, about legends, about the things that people can leave behind. If you got to choose what they remembered about you... what would it be?
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I hope they liked my food enough to remember it.
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[thanks jae-ha]
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Yeah yeah.
[Pulling up a plate of food so he can... pick at it a little.]
And you? What last words would you pull out of your ass?
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I don't know.
I wonder if it's because I'd rather people don't remember how it all ends - but everything I did before that point. I hope that even if the end isn't beautiful, people say that it is.
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Why wouldn't they? That's what it means to celebrate a life.
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... I suppose that's true.
- Not that it'll come to pass for either of us any time soon.
[Right?]
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[Said resolutely. It doesn't matter if he's feeling it; Sanji will offer that much]
... Anyway, hurry up and eat before the shit gets cold.
[He worked hard on it.]