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Being around Judge after all these years is like being thrown into freezing cold water. Sanji had forgotten, to an extent, just how easily the man could cut him down until he felt like nothing. Until he feels like less than a person. Right now, standing under the weight of his cold gaze, Sanji feels like a child again. And then it gets worse, because when does it not, with this bastard. He threatens and demeans Zeff, the only man who has any right to call himself Sanji's father, and it's like something inside him snaps.
"You are not my father!" he screams, grabbing Judge by the collar of his shirt. How dare Judge try and make it seem like he is superior. It would make Sanji laugh, if he didn't feel like throwing up.
Zeff taught him that father isn't a dirty word, or at least it doesn't have to be. He thinks of his nakama and he aches, because they are his family. Not Judge, not the monsters wearing his face. Reiju is an exception. She's the only one who he has any fond memories of. She saved him, and she was right.
He did find kind people.