[Regrets are had, and they're felt the moment Sora utters that word.
It's as if Sanji's been blessed with a moment's clairvoyance; he can chart exactly how ugly this is gonna turn out, but any attempt to dissuade Sora is replaced by a grimace once the spell catches hold of him. He can feel his body being tugged, first gently but then with growing impatience, and just when he thinks his hip socket is going to pop--
Sora's entirely correct. Sanji does go flying, much like a bullet, and the kid has 2 seconds to get the hell out of the way]
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It's as if Sanji's been blessed with a moment's clairvoyance; he can chart exactly how ugly this is gonna turn out, but any attempt to dissuade Sora is replaced by a grimace once the spell catches hold of him. He can feel his body being tugged, first gently but then with growing impatience, and just when he thinks his hip socket is going to pop--
Sora's entirely correct. Sanji does go flying, much like a bullet, and the kid has 2 seconds to get the hell out of the way]