It 's a nightmare. It 's definitely a nightmare.

Sanji hasn 't had awareness in a long time. He 's never been asleep, no, just awake, but never alive, never breathing, never needing to. At some point, he 'd stopped struggling, stopped trying to live, because he realized he didn 't have the privilege of dying either.

He just

was

, suspended in a single watery cell, nothing but haziness around him.

All he could do was count the seconds. He did that all the time, knowing exactly how long the vegetables needed to fry, how far the cake was in the oven, and how long until the first nakama would wake up.