Sanji was standing alone by the railing of the Sunny and looking out to the sea. It was a clear night, a stark contrast to his mind, which was clouded. He couldn't sleep again. The cigarette in his hand glowed slightly, neglected by him, slowly but steadily burning out

He thought everything would be fine after he left Whole Cake Island, but it wasn't. He felt guilt. Immense guilt. For what he said, what he did. He knew the crew forgave him, but didn't feel worthy of it