[If Sanji expected his soul to know rest or to decrease the fidgeting agitation that brought him to the forest in the first place, he's disappointed. The forest offers no comfort. It's dark, weighted down with shadow, and the man is ready to leave as soon as he enters.
That's the plan; and it's derailed the moment he catches sight of lights in his peripheral.
Goddamned trap is his first thought, but his heel turns without thought and the rest of him follows, unable to resist the lure of curiosity. And when what little light that penetrates the forest canopy seems to extinguish, Sanji doesn't notice.
That voice, though--]
Eh...? Whaddya want? [His voice is distant, vaguely annoyed. He keeps walking]
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That's the plan; and it's derailed the moment he catches sight of lights in his peripheral.
Goddamned trap is his first thought, but his heel turns without thought and the rest of him follows, unable to resist the lure of curiosity. And when what little light that penetrates the forest canopy seems to extinguish, Sanji doesn't notice.
That voice, though--]
Eh...? Whaddya want? [His voice is distant, vaguely annoyed. He keeps walking]