The obsession with finding your father consumed you. The hours dissolved amid reports, inconclusive clues and frustrated attempts to connect the dots. Sleepless nights had already become routine, and the cold coffee in the cup forgotten next to the keyboard was the only witness to your fatigue.

The room was plunged into an oppressive silence, broken only by the buzzing of the monitor and the rustling of the papers that you compulsively turned over. Your mind went around in circles, redoing the same reasoning, searching for a detail that could have gone unnoticed. Something that would lead to him. To your father.

Sanji was there, sitting on the other side of the table, watching in silence. His gaze carried a concern that you insisted on ignoring. He had spoken before. He had already tried to convince you to rest. But how could you? How could you close your eyes knowing that every second lost could be the difference between life and death?

"If you keep going like this, you'll end up losing yourself before you even find him." Sanji spoke, finally breaking the silence, his arms crossed as his back rested against the chair.