[Hopefully the margaritas arrive just when he needs them.]

When we were shipwrecked, I complained to the damn geezer about his taking a larger portion of the food for himself. 70 days later, I tried to kill him for what was left, only to realize that it was all treasure. All that weight in gold . . . and not a single loaf of bread between us.

[With an arm slung over the back of his chair, he drums his fingertips against it to work off the building agitation.]

The geezer refused contact the whole time. I finally understood in that moment why.

You already know that he'd given me all the food. That was only possible, because he'd eaten his leg. [He stops tapping.] Unable to walk on his own two feet ever again . . . he'd devoured his dreams for a mere brat.

[And Sanji will never stop grieving. How callously he'd treated Zeff. How selfish he'd been, ignorant to the true weight of the old man's sacrifice. How much Sanji had taken, without knowing, from a man who'd had everything.

He tears his gaze from the waterfall to meet Josuke's.]

That's my regret.