[He knows there's no point in arguing. They both did what they did for the same reasons, so how can one of them be more "right" than the other? And Zoro's as stubborn as he is, so there's probably no making him understand why Sanji put Zoro's dream ahead of his own in that moment.
Though, really... Zoro's right. There's been a shift in things since then. Since Kuma, since Sabaody.
Since they realized that what they were wasn't enough, and all spent two years getting stronger for Luffy.
Luffy is the man who must become the Pirate King, and everything they do from this point onward, as a whole, as a crew, is about making sure that happens. It's why Zoro set aside his pride, why Sanji suffered through his hell...why all of them did what they had to do.
They're not playing games anymore, if they ever were to begin with. Sanji's known ever since entering the New World that they've been on a completely different level.
He gets it.
So it takes him another moment or two of watching Zoro, but eventually he exhales noisily and stops holding himself so stiffly. He lets the tension flow out of his shoulders and slumps sideways into the couch, his frown relaxing as he lowers his eyes, as well.]
Yeah. I know.
[No need to elaborate further. He does understand.
After another beat, the corner of his mouth tugs upwards.]
I'll stop getting on your ass about shit that ain't even relevant anymore.
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Though, really... Zoro's right. There's been a shift in things since then. Since Kuma, since Sabaody.
Since they realized that what they were wasn't enough, and all spent two years getting stronger for Luffy.
Luffy is the man who must become the Pirate King, and everything they do from this point onward, as a whole, as a crew, is about making sure that happens. It's why Zoro set aside his pride, why Sanji suffered through his hell...why all of them did what they had to do.
They're not playing games anymore, if they ever were to begin with. Sanji's known ever since entering the New World that they've been on a completely different level.
He gets it.
So it takes him another moment or two of watching Zoro, but eventually he exhales noisily and stops holding himself so stiffly. He lets the tension flow out of his shoulders and slumps sideways into the couch, his frown relaxing as he lowers his eyes, as well.]
Yeah. I know.
[No need to elaborate further. He does understand.
After another beat, the corner of his mouth tugs upwards.]
I'll stop getting on your ass about shit that ain't even relevant anymore.