[ it won't end well if they're starting off with a bad joke with an even worse punchline. but gojo knew that before he even asked the follow-up question.
and to be honest, nanami's only telling him what he already knows.
after all, gojo's well aware of what usually happens when he's taken out of the fight. and history tends to repeat itself, meaning that when he's gone, he usually gets back just in time to see someone else has died. until the day comes when someone luckier pops out of a cursed womb with heaven-sent hellish gifts, he knows chances are high that this cycle will just continue. it isn't pride, it's simple fact at this point, but gojo knows better than anyone that not everyone can be saved. it probably helps him sleep at night to tell himself that.
it makes sense in this business that they'd be so lucky as to make it to their thirties, their forties, their geriatric rock-and-roll end-stage-of-life crisis without being maimed or amputated or sectioned up and mailed to their respective families depending on who you are before then. gojo expects fanfare for his own death, but nanami, who comes from a very normal family, would be so lucky as to die somewhere where someone else could at least witness it and report it to the school. saves the missing person report that they'd submit as a matter of pretensive protocol -- and the eventual closed case when the search party is never even sent in the first place. at least nanami could have that much, even if gojo's sure that nanami is the type to prefer as little fanfare as possible.
sorry, sorry for dying, nanami means, and gojo only looks at him with the damn blindfold and an unmoving smile and doesn't even need to consider the fact that he might be lying. it's not a courtesy, an olive branch, or even a curse -- just true compassion, short and simple, and if they were anywhere else, if nanami weren't a dead man, gojo could feel better about having taken advantage of that.
he hasn't touched his dessert. he doesn't need to. ]
Haven't died yet... So all that's left is to find the wormhole outta Digital World and back to the Real World... which sounds easy enough.
[ blandly enough, with less emotion. the smile on his face hasn't moved, but it feels like the air hasn't either, nearly stagnating suddenly, like the bar's been closed up and abandoned even when there are people even at midday. that same kind of suspended, musty quality.
it doesn't help the way his joke falls incredibly flat. ]
start gomening about your lies
and to be honest, nanami's only telling him what he already knows.
after all, gojo's well aware of what usually happens when he's taken out of the fight. and history tends to repeat itself, meaning that when he's gone, he usually gets back just in time to see someone else has died. until the day comes when someone luckier pops out of a cursed womb with heaven-sent hellish gifts, he knows chances are high that this cycle will just continue. it isn't pride, it's simple fact at this point, but gojo knows better than anyone that not everyone can be saved. it probably helps him sleep at night to tell himself that.
it makes sense in this business that they'd be so lucky as to make it to their thirties, their forties, their geriatric rock-and-roll end-stage-of-life crisis without being maimed or amputated or sectioned up and mailed to their respective families depending on who you are before then. gojo expects fanfare for his own death, but nanami, who comes from a very normal family, would be so lucky as to die somewhere where someone else could at least witness it and report it to the school. saves the missing person report that they'd submit as a matter of pretensive protocol -- and the eventual closed case when the search party is never even sent in the first place. at least nanami could have that much, even if gojo's sure that nanami is the type to prefer as little fanfare as possible.
sorry, sorry for dying, nanami means, and gojo only looks at him with the damn blindfold and an unmoving smile and doesn't even need to consider the fact that he might be lying. it's not a courtesy, an olive branch, or even a curse -- just true compassion, short and simple, and if they were anywhere else, if nanami weren't a dead man, gojo could feel better about having taken advantage of that.
he hasn't touched his dessert. he doesn't need to. ]
Haven't died yet... So all that's left is to find the wormhole outta Digital World and back to the Real World... which sounds easy enough.
[ blandly enough, with less emotion. the smile on his face hasn't moved, but it feels like the air hasn't either, nearly stagnating suddenly, like the bar's been closed up and abandoned even when there are people even at midday. that same kind of suspended, musty quality.
it doesn't help the way his joke falls incredibly flat. ]
Hey.
Guess this means you're always in Overtime.