I want to say, "please don't get used to it," but...
[ Unless this new batch of Chosen prompts a radical change in their day-to-day, a revelation of useful information, a concrete movement from the "gods", an iota of clarity as to the sentencing proceedings and what would follow — even for Gojo Satoru, against what had been able to pluck him out of the prison capable of holding him and dropping him here, what could he, what could they do?
The potential enormity of that, and of what remains behind, of the man walking behind him — he cannot consider all at once. It could be too much. Dizzying, or sickening, or despairing. Needing to keep his mind off is exactly it, off of everything, though it feels almost irresponsible to need to focus on it, rely not only on habit and reflex.
Whether or not that concentration makes him more or less susceptible to that pressure, that certainty of attention too fixed on his back, neck, is difficult to say — ]
...no, I'll still say it, since there are plenty of other people here to deal with you.
[ — but the irritating itch of irritation (repetition intentional) gradually, persistently, incrementally, increases as they walk.
And because I think the beach might actually be a sizable walk to the town, we're going to hit fast forward until they're only a couple of meters from the door, at which Nanami nods his head. ]
Open it for me.
[ Remember, his hands are full with that tray, but...no "please"?
my focus was sparking joy rather than the realm of memes at your disposal
[ Unless this new batch of Chosen prompts a radical change in their day-to-day, a revelation of useful information, a concrete movement from the "gods", an iota of clarity as to the sentencing proceedings and what would follow — even for Gojo Satoru, against what had been able to pluck him out of the prison capable of holding him and dropping him here, what could he, what could they do?
The potential enormity of that, and of what remains behind, of the man walking behind him — he cannot consider all at once. It could be too much. Dizzying, or sickening, or despairing. Needing to keep his mind off is exactly it, off of everything, though it feels almost irresponsible to need to focus on it, rely not only on habit and reflex.
Whether or not that concentration makes him more or less susceptible to that pressure, that certainty of attention too fixed on his back, neck, is difficult to say — ]
...no, I'll still say it, since there are plenty of other people here to deal with you.
[ — but the irritating itch of irritation (repetition intentional) gradually, persistently, incrementally, increases as they walk.
And because I think the beach might actually be a sizable walk to the town, we're going to hit fast forward until they're only a couple of meters from the door, at which Nanami nods his head. ]
Open it for me.
[ Remember, his hands are full with that tray, but...no "please"?
It's been a long walk. ]