[Sanji doesn't blame Josuke for harboring such a white hot rage. It's not like he hasn't tried to kill his share of people who've threatened those dear to him. And, in the case of Josuke, people were lost. A regret like that doesn't just go away, no matter how many breaks are taken.
Perhaps it's this sobering thought that washes over Sanji's own anger, allowing him to really look at Josuke, the table, and try to understand. He'll never know the depths of the loss Josuke feels, but he knows it must be painful.]
. . . You can't save everyone. The lives that were lost can't be brought back. But we can mourn them while celebrating those who've been saved down the road.
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Perhaps it's this sobering thought that washes over Sanji's own anger, allowing him to really look at Josuke, the table, and try to understand. He'll never know the depths of the loss Josuke feels, but he knows it must be painful.]
. . . You can't save everyone. The lives that were lost can't be brought back. But we can mourn them while celebrating those who've been saved down the road.
[As for Josuke . . . ]
You did good.