( A note of sound, a little lifeless hum. He brings the bottle to his mouth to swallow more of the drink, habit more than desire. )
Ah, not far. Okkotsu is a strong fighter, and that curse -. ( Still wistful. ) Satoru would have found me either way, it was time. And I wanted it to be him. Maybe that's cruel of me. Forcing his hand the same way they do. ( It's clear who he means by that, the derision creeping in again. He swallows it down quickly enough. ) But I couldn't help it.
( His free shoulder - the one not pressed against Nanami - lifts and falls in a shrug. )
[ of all the things Geto could have said, this is completely unexpected. perhaps Nanami is too naive, still believing his senpais are The Strongest. in his mind they were immortal. he never expected to learn of either one's demise.
Geto's weight heavy against his side, Nanami exhales softly. ]
That moron. He never said...
[ but he understands why... everyone else had been in Kyoto, fighting the curses and Geto's cult members. by the time they returned... but Nanami never asked, did he? just assumed that Geto had got away somehow like he did the first time.
softly, almost like a confession, because none of it matters anymore: ]
( He lets the knowledge sit for a moment, the bitter acidity of it sour in his stomach. And then he lets it go, swallows against it. What does it matter now? Nothing. Of the three of their generation here, not a sole survivor. At least he thinks Shoko is still alive. Itadori has never spoken of her in any strange way. That will have to be enough. )
Mm. ( A half-amused, half-chiding sound. ) Sentimental.
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Ah, not far. Okkotsu is a strong fighter, and that curse -. ( Still wistful. ) Satoru would have found me either way, it was time. And I wanted it to be him. Maybe that's cruel of me. Forcing his hand the same way they do. ( It's clear who he means by that, the derision creeping in again. He swallows it down quickly enough. ) But I couldn't help it.
( His free shoulder - the one not pressed against Nanami - lifts and falls in a shrug. )
LILITH likes her dead sorcerers.
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Geto's weight heavy against his side, Nanami exhales softly. ]
That moron. He never said...
[ but he understands why... everyone else had been in Kyoto, fighting the curses and Geto's cult members. by the time they returned... but Nanami never asked, did he? just assumed that Geto had got away somehow like he did the first time.
softly, almost like a confession, because none of it matters anymore: ]
I wish you'd come back.
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Mm. ( A half-amused, half-chiding sound. ) Sentimental.
( But he is too. That's half the problem. )
I think I would have liked to be a teacher.