[ His brows raise at that promise of violence should he go further, at the snippy response he gets. Outwardly he's cool, calm, collected, and thoroughly in control as far as he's concerned; inwardly he's caught between getting increasingly pissed at Sanji and freaking out just a little bit. In a way he's grateful he doesn't have his mask on, because it forces him to keep tight control over his features — dispassionate, bored even.
But a part of him breathes a metaphorical sigh of relief when Reiju returns, because he truly does not know what he was going to do, how far he would have gone if she hadn't.
Mark cocks his head to indicate he's heard her, but doesn't move otherwise. Keeps staring right at Sanji, because his words are more for him than Reiju, even as he answers her. ]
Your brother's willing to put the lives of everyone here at risk just so he can keep being an asshole.
["Is that true?" When Sanji neglects to answer in favor of an ineffectual, sidelong glare at the wall, Reiju steps toward him. "Are you having second thoughts?"]
I've already made up my mind.
[Going through with the wedding. Burning what bridges insistent on following him. He has no idea what's going on with Mark, but he wants him to leave and take the phone with him. Then no one will have to deal with this. No one will have to die. Mark and everyone else can live fulfilling lives, far away from here.
"Then let's do something about your face and clothes. It won't do to meet your fiancée, looking like that."
Sanji steps around Reiju, ignoring the cold gaze directed at him, and drops onto the nearest seat, which puts his back to Mark.
Reiju gives Mark the barest glance before kneeling in front of the chair and pulling out a sheet mask. The subsequent lull is the only invitation she extends if he has anything to say, or she'll move right along. She's yet to choose a side—her sole priority is her brother's long-term safety.]
It takes effort to keep his expression cold, like he really is above all of this. It's belied by the strain at the corners of his eyes, pinched and stressed, but otherwise, look at how much Mark does not care. Look at how above these mortals he is. He watches Sanji retreat from him, unimpressed.
Lets the moment hang in the air, much like he's doing, body upright again but still hovering off of the ground, arms loosely crossed over his chest. ]
You really don't care, do you. [ Voice still cold, and it's not entirely a lie. Hope and optimism and everything he's carried himself with before has felt like childish nonsense the past little while — he just didn't expect it would extend to Sanji. ] No matter who I hurt, who I kill...
[ Mark trails off, an idea coming to him in that moment. He's past fretting over how easy it is to talk about killing someone now, which probably only helps him here. He looks down, inspecting his nails like oh, yeah, they're still in good shape, along with his fists and the rest of him. ]
... If all of this is over your fiancée though, then, who knows. Maybe I should wait around so I can kill her first.
[ It's just plausible enough of a thought that he hopes he can actually sell it to get a rise out of Sanji. Not that Mark would kill an innocent woman, but from the way things are going, it's entirely possible she isn't so innocent — and after that he doesn't know, but anything could still be on the table. ]
[Reiju's just finished wiping Sanji's face and then putting the sheet mask on when Mark's words cut through the stilted silence. Panic rises in his gut at the thought of Pudding in danger, propelling Sanji out of the chair.]
Don't . . . !
[He whirls on Mark, only to double over mid speech from the sudden onslaught of shooting pain. "Don't touch it," says Reiju when he reaches up to grasp at his face. Sanji's hands dangle uselessly in the air as he expels a strangled shout of pain through the intense shocks, which mercifully fade after several beats.
Gasping, he lifts his head to level a glower at Mark. His face, throbbing though it is, looks fresh without any trace of the beating it received mere moments ago. Sanji has no idea what just happened, but that's not important. His attention is on Mark, who's been and keeps saying some truly twisted things. This needs to end—now.]
You still don't get it, do you . . . ? I want nothing to do with you anymore. Leave!
[ He keeps his expression flat at that initial outburst, impassive at watching Sanji double over in pain. He should care. He does care. But the petty part of him also thinks Sanji kind of deserves this right now, so he'll wait it out, do absolutely nothing to help out — Reiju looks like she's got it covered, anyway.
At least he does look better. Mark lets that thought stay with him for a second longer before he finally drops to the ground, starting to stride towards Sanji. ]
You don't get it! [ The cold is gone from his voice, replaced by a furious snapping. ] I have to do all of this, say all of this shit to get a real reaction out of you? I'm here because I'm worried about you, again, and all you can give me is this shit about how you're above me now? You dumped Asa over text?!
[ His voice is rising, fists balled at his sides. He is not going to use them. He is not going to use them, he's just going to keep yelling. ]
Something is clearly not right, I'm worried about you, and I'm not going anywhere until you let me help you!
[Ah, Reiju thinks as she straightens and folds her arms, that girl was still in the picture. She's starting to see what's happening now.
It's fortunate that the servants have long been dismissed. There's nobody else around the wing to listen in on their argument and relay what was said, especially now that their voices are rising. Small mercies go a long way in Germa.
For how big the palatial space is, though, it feels impossibly tight between Reiju's quiet indifference and Mark's stubborn fury. Sanji turns away, his shoulder pointed at the latter. The superior front might have landed better on anyone else who knew less, but luck hasn't been on his side lately.]
If you really want to help, do everyone a favor and go! I intend to marry Big Mom's daughter tomorrow. Nothing you say or do will change my mind.
[ Sanji turns away from him and after a moment, Mark makes a grab at his shoulder to try to turn him back to him. He's still pissed, his voice is still raised, but now he finally lets the hurt seep into it. ]
[His bruised body protests the pull, but it's not the pain that prompts Sanji to knock Mark's arm away with his own. He doesn't look him in the eye, opting instead to bore a hole into the floor just past Mark's shoulder. His mouth opens for another rebuttal—whatever lashing comes to mind that'll make the guy go away—when Reiju pipes up from her spot by the chair.
"There's no time." She looks at Sanji, who angles his head toward her, his frown veiled by his fringe. "You need to get ready: We'll be heading out to Whole Cake Chateau soon. If you're going to have a discussion, you should do it after the banquet."
Approaching with decisive clacks from her heels, she offers him a fresh shirt hanging from her forearm. Sanji takes it, pointedly ignoring Mark. "The mask only conceals your injuries and delays healing, so try not to touch your face. It's not ideal, but better than seeing the Charlottes as you were."
"I'll be in my room." With that, she spins around to make a beeline for the door, though not before searching for Mark's gaze. "Will you come with me?"]
[ He finally risks a glance at Reiju when she speaks, hurt and desperate and confused. How is there no time, who gives a shit about some stupid banquet when this is going on—
It's all he can do but keep his hands limp at his sides, shoulders slumped as Reiju takes charge of the situation. He could still stop them from leaving, he thinks, but then what — it would probably come to blows, and Sanji's already hurt, and it's not actually his goal to hurt him further. It's just, violence is on the forefront of his mind now, every problem a nail and he's a hammer. A very, very effective hammer. It's a unique feeling of helplessness, and all he can do is watch.
But he thinks Reiju might be offering him an olive branch. Isn't sure, but... ]
I'll come with you. [ He doesn't make any move to follow her, though; not at first. He's thinking. ] Sanji... we are going to talk after. You're not getting rid of me that easily.
[ Thinking. Shifting over and ducking down to try to force Sanji to look him in the eyes, voice quiet and serious. It isn't the anger of before, nor the manufactured cold, but blunt fact. ]
And I'm not bluffing. If I find out this fiancée of yours is hurting you? I will kill her.
[ With that he moves to follow Reiju, stopping only to pick up his bag on the way. ]
[Sanji doesn't recoil this time. His eyes narrow at the threat, his hands balling into tight fists, but says nothing as he turns away. Message received. Mark can go and stay away (wishful thinking).
Since the boys are so afraid of the thing, Reiju crouches down to pick up the phone on the way to the door. Then she leads Mark back to her chamber, which isn't too far from Sanji's. She lets Mark in first, then lingers by the closed door, considering the circumstances.
She would've liked for them to talk more, but she was honest about the lack of time. Sanji doesn't need more trouble by being tardy on top of everything else, hence the delay. As for Mark . . . he's something of a mystery to her. She doesn't know what to make of him yet.]
Pudding is a nice girl. Once he marries her, he can take her family's name and live a comfortable life with her.
[ He enters Reiju's chamber, sets his bag down, and finds himself exhausted.
He just stands there, feeling limp, back to Reiju as he stares out at nothing. Her breaking the silence does make him start, standing up straight suddenly before he slowly turns around to face her. ]
I— [ pause. Pudding? Like, the food?— ] I'm not going to hurt her if she isn't doing anything wrong. I just... needed a way to get him to take me seriously. So he doesn't think he can just ignore me.
[ Mark sighs, running a hand through his hair before meeting her eyes again. He still isn't sure about her, but so far her intentions seem to be good ones. ]
And you can't tell me he's actually okay with any of this.
[No, of course he isn't. This is as close to okay as Sanji will get, though. At least there's a lovely girl waiting for him at the end of the road. It's better than rotting in the basement, deprived of human interaction and sunlight.]
He's taking this more seriously than anyone else. Our father has high hopes for this alliance, and Sanji knows that. Having a third party present would only complicate matters.
[The corner of her lips curls up apologetically. She's sorry for that, because she's the reason Mark is here. It's plain to her that both he and Sanji are hurting.]
... Or having a third party present could get him out of it.
[ Especially when he's the third party. Him. Mark, who comes from a race of what are essentially violent gods.
Still, he sees what Reiju is actually saying, what she's trying to do, and he makes an attempt to match that apologetic smile. ]
You have other brothers, don't you? [ Except if they're the ones who actually hurt Sanji, maybe they won't have other brothers for long, if he gets any say in things. ] Why can't one of them handle this alliance? Why does it have to be Sanji?
He's the most suited for it. The Charlottes value culinary talent; if he's with them, he'll be able to cook as much as he wants.
[And because their father mistrusts Big Mom—an old bag, in his own words, to whom he'd submit only his failure. Their brothers are too precious to be offered in his stead. Reiju chooses to be more optimistic: Life with the Vinsmokes will always be hell, but at least Sanji will have a shot at fulfillment with the Charlottes. If he's not willing to forsake the people he knows, this is the next best thing he can have.]
Sanji no longer has any interest in leaving. Do you intend to force him?
[She takes measure of Mark from where she stands. Based on the show, she knows him as a soft boy, but there's been a change since. She needs to know how much faith she can place in his mind and body before making a move.]
Mark's brow furrows, trying to take stock of Reiju once again. He doesn't know a single thing about her. For all he knows, this is an act. For all he knows, she's stalling for something.
But it's better to believe in the best in people — at least until they prove you can't, and she hasn't done that. (And neither has Sanji, for that matter.) ]
You can't tell me you actually believe that. You...
[ pause. His mouth forms a little o, recognition coming to him, he thinks. ]
You helped him escape before, didn't you? When you were kids. I know he wants to be free, and all of this? It doesn't sound like freedom.
He chose to turn his freedom in for something else.
[It's something she struggles to grasp even now. Sanji could've sailed away and chased his whims across the seas if he'd just given up his mentor. Reiju knows what it is, recognizes the love in their mother's eyes reflected in his, but she's always been more selfish than them. She knows that she could never.
She turns her head away to look at a nondescript spot on the wall. That's the thing about children: They're more honest than adults like to be. Mark knows so much, though, and that's enough for Reiju to volunteer this much:]
Sanji is trying to make the best of his situation. If he leaves now, others will face the consequences in his stead.
[ He follows her gaze, trying to see what she's looking at. Mark narrows his eyes, like that'll help him identify it, but... nope. He has no clue.
Turns back to Reiju with a little tilt of his head. ]
So... what are the consequences? How bad could they be? Because I don't think it's right or fair to let him fall on this sword. Not if it's going to turn him into a shell of himself like this.
What's right and fair hardly matters in the Underworld. Sanji will marry, or people will die.
[There, she's said it. She's curious to know what Mark will do with the information. He comes off as harsh when he wants to, but it's apparent from this that he has a straightforward way of looking at things. He's right about Sanji, at least—her brother's rapidly becoming more like a shell.]
So long as he remains with the Charlottes, though, he won't have to worry. Luckily for him, his fiancée is as sweet as they come . . . and she comes from a family of pirates, so he can continue being one.
She puts it so bluntly. And when he's not puffing himself up, channelling his natural anger to make him seem tougher than he actually is, Mark's heart will just about always be on his sleeve. He pales, looking at her with something akin to desperation, arms hanging limp at his sides. ]
I don't— no. That's great that his fiancée is nice and all, but if he's not going to be happy or free, if he's just going to Stockholm syndrome himself into this—
[ because obviously that term will translate across worlds. His brows furrow as he looks around the room, like there will be something else here that will help. ]
Why are people going to die? What can we do to make sure that doesn't happen without Sanji marrying someone he doesn't want to?
[ A beat, staring pointedly at Reiju again, desperate but dragging up a determination from within himself. ]
["Stockholm syndrome"? She's not familiar, but context clues help. More importantly, the sobering display is a clear admission that Mark truly cares about Sanji's happiness, which is all she needs.]
There are powerful people behind this alliance. It's natural for those who stand in the way to be punished.
[Sanji's strength is his weakness. He cares too much about people, so he can't leave without trading in his peace of mind. In light of this, Reiju doesn't have a simple solution for Mark.]
I'm saying this, because you're his friend. As of now, the banquet is an inevitability. If you want to help Sanji, stay here and don't let anyone see you. There's something I want to check first.
[ He really needs to do something, but all he's done so far is rush into a situation he knows nothing about and threaten innocent people to try to get a real reaction out of his friend, so it dawns on Mark that maybe he should take a backseat.
To that end, it's all he can do but nod, despondent but not leaving room to make her think he's going to disobey. ]
Okay.
[ He's kind of out of choices here. But — ]
But if you see anything I can do, tell me, and let me do it. I don't care how powerful anybody here is. I can take them.
[ In a fight, right? Yes of course. But considering where he'd been mere weeks ago, Mark has pretty good reason to believe he can beat just about anybody, so the confidence is actually earned. ]
[That's for Sanji to decide. She's already said too much; having said that, a no small part of her is grateful. Whatever Mark's strength is, his care means more in a place like this, especially when he isn't afraid to show it.
Reiju strides over to her wardrobe, where she retrieves a red cape with a golden tasseled cord. Then she approaches Mark, to whom she offers Sanji's phone.]
You can hold onto this for now. How adept are you at traveling discreetly?
[The cape is for herself—after all, they've got a social function to attend. She drapes it over her shoulders and fastens the two ends.]
Once we dock, we'll make our way to Whole Cake Chateau by way of a carriage. It's where we'll be meeting the Charlottes' matriarch and staying until the wedding is over.
[She looks in the direction of the balcony attached to the room, where Mark will have access to a sprawling view of their surroundings.]
I want you to follow us from above. No one will be expecting a visitor from the sky, so you won't have to worry about being noticed. Can you do that?
[ Oh, it's for her. That makes more sense. What was he going to do, put on a cape that would have clashed with his costume?
Mark follows her gaze, catching on well enough to the plan. The beginnings of a plan? He isn't sure, so he just turns back to Reiju and nods. ]
Yeah, I can do that. I can stay quiet up above. Just, you know we aren't letting this wedding go through, right? [ Apparently it's we now. ] So... how will you signal me when it's time to put an end to things?
[ And how is he going to put an end to things?? He can't help the hope that slides into his gaze though, ready and waiting for Reiju to have all of the answers. ]
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But a part of him breathes a metaphorical sigh of relief when Reiju returns, because he truly does not know what he was going to do, how far he would have gone if she hadn't.
Mark cocks his head to indicate he's heard her, but doesn't move otherwise. Keeps staring right at Sanji, because his words are more for him than Reiju, even as he answers her. ]
Your brother's willing to put the lives of everyone here at risk just so he can keep being an asshole.
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I've already made up my mind.
[Going through with the wedding. Burning what bridges insistent on following him. He has no idea what's going on with Mark, but he wants him to leave and take the phone with him. Then no one will have to deal with this. No one will have to die. Mark and everyone else can live fulfilling lives, far away from here.
"Then let's do something about your face and clothes. It won't do to meet your fiancée, looking like that."
Sanji steps around Reiju, ignoring the cold gaze directed at him, and drops onto the nearest seat, which puts his back to Mark.
Reiju gives Mark the barest glance before kneeling in front of the chair and pulling out a sheet mask. The subsequent lull is the only invitation she extends if he has anything to say, or she'll move right along. She's yet to choose a side—her sole priority is her brother's long-term safety.]
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It takes effort to keep his expression cold, like he really is above all of this. It's belied by the strain at the corners of his eyes, pinched and stressed, but otherwise, look at how much Mark does not care. Look at how above these mortals he is. He watches Sanji retreat from him, unimpressed.
Lets the moment hang in the air, much like he's doing, body upright again but still hovering off of the ground, arms loosely crossed over his chest. ]
You really don't care, do you. [ Voice still cold, and it's not entirely a lie. Hope and optimism and everything he's carried himself with before has felt like childish nonsense the past little while — he just didn't expect it would extend to Sanji. ] No matter who I hurt, who I kill...
[ Mark trails off, an idea coming to him in that moment. He's past fretting over how easy it is to talk about killing someone now, which probably only helps him here. He looks down, inspecting his nails like oh, yeah, they're still in good shape, along with his fists and the rest of him. ]
... If all of this is over your fiancée though, then, who knows. Maybe I should wait around so I can kill her first.
[ It's just plausible enough of a thought that he hopes he can actually sell it to get a rise out of Sanji. Not that Mark would kill an innocent woman, but from the way things are going, it's entirely possible she isn't so innocent — and after that he doesn't know, but anything could still be on the table. ]
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Don't . . . !
[He whirls on Mark, only to double over mid speech from the sudden onslaught of shooting pain. "Don't touch it," says Reiju when he reaches up to grasp at his face. Sanji's hands dangle uselessly in the air as he expels a strangled shout of pain through the intense shocks, which mercifully fade after several beats.
Gasping, he lifts his head to level a glower at Mark. His face, throbbing though it is, looks fresh without any trace of the beating it received mere moments ago. Sanji has no idea what just happened, but that's not important. His attention is on Mark, who's been and keeps saying some truly twisted things. This needs to end—now.]
You still don't get it, do you . . . ? I want nothing to do with you anymore. Leave!
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At least he does look better. Mark lets that thought stay with him for a second longer before he finally drops to the ground, starting to stride towards Sanji. ]
You don't get it! [ The cold is gone from his voice, replaced by a furious snapping. ] I have to do all of this, say all of this shit to get a real reaction out of you? I'm here because I'm worried about you, again, and all you can give me is this shit about how you're above me now? You dumped Asa over text?!
[ His voice is rising, fists balled at his sides. He is not going to use them. He is not going to use them, he's just going to keep yelling. ]
Something is clearly not right, I'm worried about you, and I'm not going anywhere until you let me help you!
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It's fortunate that the servants have long been dismissed. There's nobody else around the wing to listen in on their argument and relay what was said, especially now that their voices are rising. Small mercies go a long way in Germa.
For how big the palatial space is, though, it feels impossibly tight between Reiju's quiet indifference and Mark's stubborn fury. Sanji turns away, his shoulder pointed at the latter. The superior front might have landed better on anyone else who knew less, but luck hasn't been on his side lately.]
If you really want to help, do everyone a favor and go! I intend to marry Big Mom's daughter tomorrow. Nothing you say or do will change my mind.
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Why?
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"There's no time." She looks at Sanji, who angles his head toward her, his frown veiled by his fringe. "You need to get ready: We'll be heading out to Whole Cake Chateau soon. If you're going to have a discussion, you should do it after the banquet."
Approaching with decisive clacks from her heels, she offers him a fresh shirt hanging from her forearm. Sanji takes it, pointedly ignoring Mark. "The mask only conceals your injuries and delays healing, so try not to touch your face. It's not ideal, but better than seeing the Charlottes as you were."
"I'll be in my room." With that, she spins around to make a beeline for the door, though not before searching for Mark's gaze. "Will you come with me?"]
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It's all he can do but keep his hands limp at his sides, shoulders slumped as Reiju takes charge of the situation. He could still stop them from leaving, he thinks, but then what — it would probably come to blows, and Sanji's already hurt, and it's not actually his goal to hurt him further. It's just, violence is on the forefront of his mind now, every problem a nail and he's a hammer. A very, very effective hammer. It's a unique feeling of helplessness, and all he can do is watch.
But he thinks Reiju might be offering him an olive branch. Isn't sure, but... ]
I'll come with you. [ He doesn't make any move to follow her, though; not at first. He's thinking. ] Sanji... we are going to talk after. You're not getting rid of me that easily.
[ Thinking. Shifting over and ducking down to try to force Sanji to look him in the eyes, voice quiet and serious. It isn't the anger of before, nor the manufactured cold, but blunt fact. ]
And I'm not bluffing. If I find out this fiancée of yours is hurting you? I will kill her.
[ With that he moves to follow Reiju, stopping only to pick up his bag on the way. ]
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Since the boys are so afraid of the thing, Reiju crouches down to pick up the phone on the way to the door. Then she leads Mark back to her chamber, which isn't too far from Sanji's. She lets Mark in first, then lingers by the closed door, considering the circumstances.
She would've liked for them to talk more, but she was honest about the lack of time. Sanji doesn't need more trouble by being tardy on top of everything else, hence the delay. As for Mark . . . he's something of a mystery to her. She doesn't know what to make of him yet.]
Pudding is a nice girl. Once he marries her, he can take her family's name and live a comfortable life with her.
sweet reiju
He just stands there, feeling limp, back to Reiju as he stares out at nothing. Her breaking the silence does make him start, standing up straight suddenly before he slowly turns around to face her. ]
I— [ pause. Pudding? Like, the food?— ] I'm not going to hurt her if she isn't doing anything wrong. I just... needed a way to get him to take me seriously. So he doesn't think he can just ignore me.
[ Mark sighs, running a hand through his hair before meeting her eyes again. He still isn't sure about her, but so far her intentions seem to be good ones. ]
And you can't tell me he's actually okay with any of this.
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He's taking this more seriously than anyone else. Our father has high hopes for this alliance, and Sanji knows that. Having a third party present would only complicate matters.
[The corner of her lips curls up apologetically. She's sorry for that, because she's the reason Mark is here. It's plain to her that both he and Sanji are hurting.]
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[ Especially when he's the third party. Him. Mark, who comes from a race of what are essentially violent gods.
Still, he sees what Reiju is actually saying, what she's trying to do, and he makes an attempt to match that apologetic smile. ]
You have other brothers, don't you? [ Except if they're the ones who actually hurt Sanji, maybe they won't have other brothers for long, if he gets any say in things. ] Why can't one of them handle this alliance? Why does it have to be Sanji?
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[And because their father mistrusts Big Mom—an old bag, in his own words, to whom he'd submit only his failure. Their brothers are too precious to be offered in his stead. Reiju chooses to be more optimistic: Life with the Vinsmokes will always be hell, but at least Sanji will have a shot at fulfillment with the Charlottes. If he's not willing to forsake the people he knows, this is the next best thing he can have.]
Sanji no longer has any interest in leaving. Do you intend to force him?
[She takes measure of Mark from where she stands. Based on the show, she knows him as a soft boy, but there's been a change since. She needs to know how much faith she can place in his mind and body before making a move.]
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Mark's brow furrows, trying to take stock of Reiju once again. He doesn't know a single thing about her. For all he knows, this is an act. For all he knows, she's stalling for something.
But it's better to believe in the best in people — at least until they prove you can't, and she hasn't done that. (And neither has Sanji, for that matter.) ]
You can't tell me you actually believe that. You...
[ pause. His mouth forms a little o, recognition coming to him, he thinks. ]
You helped him escape before, didn't you? When you were kids. I know he wants to be free, and all of this? It doesn't sound like freedom.
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[It's something she struggles to grasp even now. Sanji could've sailed away and chased his whims across the seas if he'd just given up his mentor. Reiju knows what it is, recognizes the love in their mother's eyes reflected in his, but she's always been more selfish than them. She knows that she could never.
She turns her head away to look at a nondescript spot on the wall. That's the thing about children: They're more honest than adults like to be. Mark knows so much, though, and that's enough for Reiju to volunteer this much:]
Sanji is trying to make the best of his situation. If he leaves now, others will face the consequences in his stead.
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Turns back to Reiju with a little tilt of his head. ]
So... what are the consequences? How bad could they be? Because I don't think it's right or fair to let him fall on this sword. Not if it's going to turn him into a shell of himself like this.
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[There, she's said it. She's curious to know what Mark will do with the information. He comes off as harsh when he wants to, but it's apparent from this that he has a straightforward way of looking at things. He's right about Sanji, at least—her brother's rapidly becoming more like a shell.]
So long as he remains with the Charlottes, though, he won't have to worry. Luckily for him, his fiancée is as sweet as they come . . . and she comes from a family of pirates, so he can continue being one.
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She puts it so bluntly. And when he's not puffing himself up, channelling his natural anger to make him seem tougher than he actually is, Mark's heart will just about always be on his sleeve. He pales, looking at her with something akin to desperation, arms hanging limp at his sides. ]
I don't— no. That's great that his fiancée is nice and all, but if he's not going to be happy or free, if he's just going to Stockholm syndrome himself into this—
[ because obviously that term will translate across worlds. His brows furrow as he looks around the room, like there will be something else here that will help. ]
Why are people going to die? What can we do to make sure that doesn't happen without Sanji marrying someone he doesn't want to?
[ A beat, staring pointedly at Reiju again, desperate but dragging up a determination from within himself. ]
There has to be something.
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There are powerful people behind this alliance. It's natural for those who stand in the way to be punished.
[Sanji's strength is his weakness. He cares too much about people, so he can't leave without trading in his peace of mind. In light of this, Reiju doesn't have a simple solution for Mark.]
I'm saying this, because you're his friend. As of now, the banquet is an inevitability. If you want to help Sanji, stay here and don't let anyone see you. There's something I want to check first.
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To that end, it's all he can do but nod, despondent but not leaving room to make her think he's going to disobey. ]
Okay.
[ He's kind of out of choices here. But — ]
But if you see anything I can do, tell me, and let me do it. I don't care how powerful anybody here is. I can take them.
[ In a fight, right? Yes of course. But considering where he'd been mere weeks ago, Mark has pretty good reason to believe he can beat just about anybody, so the confidence is actually earned. ]
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Reiju strides over to her wardrobe, where she retrieves a red cape with a golden tasseled cord. Then she approaches Mark, to whom she offers Sanji's phone.]
You can hold onto this for now. How adept are you at traveling discreetly?
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Blinks at the cape, though. ]
Uh... It depends? I mean I can fly, so if you need me where I can't be seen, I can just go in the clouds or something... Otherwise I'm.
[ A beat. ]
I'm not sure, I've never really had to be discreet before.
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Once we dock, we'll make our way to Whole Cake Chateau by way of a carriage. It's where we'll be meeting the Charlottes' matriarch and staying until the wedding is over.
[She looks in the direction of the balcony attached to the room, where Mark will have access to a sprawling view of their surroundings.]
I want you to follow us from above. No one will be expecting a visitor from the sky, so you won't have to worry about being noticed. Can you do that?
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Mark follows her gaze, catching on well enough to the plan. The beginnings of a plan? He isn't sure, so he just turns back to Reiju and nods. ]
Yeah, I can do that. I can stay quiet up above. Just, you know we aren't letting this wedding go through, right? [ Apparently it's we now. ] So... how will you signal me when it's time to put an end to things?
[ And how is he going to put an end to things?? He can't help the hope that slides into his gaze though, ready and waiting for Reiju to have all of the answers. ]
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this canon point was a mistake for brevity aaAAH
huSH you're great with it
😭 merci beaucoup
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