I didn't think it could happen at all! [Easy? No -- no, far from it. It's only by a sheer miracle that he's out, and yet, here's his older self who got free without it, who was already free. He's in awe. And he wants to ask how, wants to ask so many things, but Cook -- Sanji -- this other Sanji (and how is he going to differentiate now?) pushes his attention back to the carrots, and he squints down in concentration, trying to get the cut as fine as possible.
He's quiet for a moment, stripping another layer so thin it's barely orange with a slow, painstaking motion of the knife. His older self made this look so easy and natural, but it isn't. He starts another cut, but the knife catches, slips, and nicks into his holding hand -- it's so sharp that it takes a moment for the cut to hurt, not until the blood starts to well up, and he drops the carrot with a small startled sound, a moment later pressing the wound into his mouth.]
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He's quiet for a moment, stripping another layer so thin it's barely orange with a slow, painstaking motion of the knife. His older self made this look so easy and natural, but it isn't. He starts another cut, but the knife catches, slips, and nicks into his holding hand -- it's so sharp that it takes a moment for the cut to hurt, not until the blood starts to well up, and he drops the carrot with a small startled sound, a moment later pressing the wound into his mouth.]