[ He had always known that Sanji's relationship with food was deeply tangled with those torturous seventy days he spent starving and withering away. But this takes it to a new level. By the shock on his face, he wasn't expecting Sanji to reveal something of such magnitude to him - he almost stands up in the rush of emotion he feels, but refrains, barely, leaning over the table closer to him instead. ]
His own leg....!?
[ That kind of selflessness.... is insane. The weight of that man's kindness must have hit Sanji like a sledgehammer when he'd realized. Josuke meets his eyes unwaveringly, his eyes wide with awe, horror, confusion. ]
You couldn't have known... [ God. He can't imagine the guilt he'd feel, coming to that realization after trying to kill him. ] Did he...? Survive, in the end?
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His own leg....!?
[ That kind of selflessness.... is insane. The weight of that man's kindness must have hit Sanji like a sledgehammer when he'd realized. Josuke meets his eyes unwaveringly, his eyes wide with awe, horror, confusion. ]
You couldn't have known... [ God. He can't imagine the guilt he'd feel, coming to that realization after trying to kill him. ] Did he...? Survive, in the end?