Sanji straightens, hands shoved deep in his pockets. As much as he hates to do it, the best he can do now is to let her rest. There's a good chance that she'll never speak to or look at him again once he leaves, but that doesn't bother him as much as the fear of whether Asa will continue to isolate herself. He doesn't want her to end up alone, even if it's only for a few more weeks. Dimly, he wonders what her life back home must be like.
Maybe he should've asked, instead of getting caught up in the torrent of his emotions the past week; however, he's failed again by letting that golden opportunity fly right past him. He's so stupid.]
If you ever want to talk, I'll be around. But Asa . . . I don't regret the time we shared, and I never will.
[He can't work miracles, but he's stubborn. Even if everything changes between them and he amounts to nothing before her, he'll always welcome her with open arms. He just hopes that it'll be enough.
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Sanji straightens, hands shoved deep in his pockets. As much as he hates to do it, the best he can do now is to let her rest. There's a good chance that she'll never speak to or look at him again once he leaves, but that doesn't bother him as much as the fear of whether Asa will continue to isolate herself. He doesn't want her to end up alone, even if it's only for a few more weeks. Dimly, he wonders what her life back home must be like.
Maybe he should've asked, instead of getting caught up in the torrent of his emotions the past week; however, he's failed again by letting that golden opportunity fly right past him. He's so stupid.]
If you ever want to talk, I'll be around. But Asa . . . I don't regret the time we shared, and I never will.
[He can't work miracles, but he's stubborn. Even if everything changes between them and he amounts to nothing before her, he'll always welcome her with open arms. He just hopes that it'll be enough.
For now, he makes a regretful retreat.]