[Zoro and sympathy are not usually acquainted, but he is fascinated by this new information, particularly since he feels like he saw it with his own eyes. That tiny withered hand, sunburned and wasting away, groping for the knife...]
How long were you stuck there? For it to get that bad...
[he's so intent on puzzling this out and making sense of what he saw that he completely misses the spirit-fox sniffing around the other side of the coffee table, slowly approaching them]
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How long were you stuck there? For it to get that bad...
[he's so intent on puzzling this out and making sense of what he saw that he completely misses the spirit-fox sniffing around the other side of the coffee table, slowly approaching them]