[ smiles at him, grateful, but she's quiet for a moment, wondering how to go about this. when the words come out they're rather abrupt and incongruous with the look on her face -- one of calm, resigned acceptance, that tiny smile still in place ]

I'm going to die, Sanji. I don't know when, exactly, but ... I'm going to. I have to. It's just that ... I don't want to.