[Sanji does feel weak. He feels like he's put so much of his past aside, he's buried so much pain, but the moment he saw that child his heart broke and his stomach turned and nothing felt like it was okay anymore. There was a walking piece of his traumatic past right in front of him that needed his assistance, and if he didn't shift from who they were mentally, he wouldn't have been able to help him.

And not being able to face his past and his pain makes Sanji feel very weak indeed.] Do you think it was that easy?

[He pauses his work on another carcass to look over at the peelings. Not bad work, at all. A little too thick in some spots, Zeff would have raised hell about it. But he's not Zeff, and as much as he loves his father and admires him he's not going to raise this child to be a bundle of complexes.] Try for a little thinner. As much as you can. If you fail, it's compost. [God, it hurts to force himself to be calm about food sometimes.] If you cut too thick altogether, it goes in the stock.