it sure as hell doesn't make anything better when he's asking a question with a pretty obvious answer. not because it's impossible, but because of who nanami is intrinsically as a person. the fact remains that nanami is alive, here and now, thanks to the otherworldly power that also bailed gojo out of a prison with no conceivable exit. nanami isn't even humoring the possibility of the impossible. if this were a teaching moment, gojo might've quirked an annoying smile, you ever wonder why you seem incapable of domain expansion?
something like that. but for once, he's reading the room, and holds his own tongue. mostly because he feels like he owes nanami that much.
it doesn't feel good anyway, different somehow, even when nanami hasn't said shit about the fact that he had let him down, misplaced trust and faith and reliance in someone fallible. mostly because it doesn't seem like he has, because nanami hasn't blamed him once, and it's a nostalgic feeling, and he absolutely hates it.
collateral damage. when gojo's already in the fray, and the body count doesn't stay at zero, and he can't find it in himself to really care at the time. how he'll evolve rapidly and only remember the girl he'd befriended in the span of mere days when she's already gone cold by the time he's able to hold her body. how suguru had left and how he reappeared. it's always the loss after the fact that does him in, the way that being strong and not being strong enough is going to tear him apart one day, because he's still indefinably and yet unmistakably human.
he has never dealt with loss very gracefully maybe, and looking at nanami and his tense expression, the way he's choking on his beer makes gojo want to take it back almost, which means he's probably still in that same pathetic mindset, because he probably would have found it funny any other time. ]
Your funeral.
[ it's low, and probably simmering with one foul temper if he's eyeing nanami the way that he is —
but the blindfold's back in place after a second, and he's beaming, pushing the tart in nanami's direction. ]
Agree to disagree. But hey! Can't stay down when we're both free and alive right now.
This mood sucks though. Take the rest of my tart, consider it a peace offering.
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it sure as hell doesn't make anything better when he's asking a question with a pretty obvious answer. not because it's impossible, but because of who nanami is intrinsically as a person. the fact remains that nanami is alive, here and now, thanks to the otherworldly power that also bailed gojo out of a prison with no conceivable exit. nanami isn't even humoring the possibility of the impossible. if this were a teaching moment, gojo might've quirked an annoying smile, you ever wonder why you seem incapable of domain expansion?
something like that. but for once, he's reading the room, and holds his own tongue. mostly because he feels like he owes nanami that much.
it doesn't feel good anyway, different somehow, even when nanami hasn't said shit about the fact that he had let him down, misplaced trust and faith and reliance in someone fallible. mostly because it doesn't seem like he has, because nanami hasn't blamed him once, and it's a nostalgic feeling, and he absolutely hates it.
collateral damage. when gojo's already in the fray, and the body count doesn't stay at zero, and he can't find it in himself to really care at the time. how he'll evolve rapidly and only remember the girl he'd befriended in the span of mere days when she's already gone cold by the time he's able to hold her body. how suguru had left and how he reappeared. it's always the loss after the fact that does him in, the way that being strong and not being strong enough is going to tear him apart one day, because he's still indefinably and yet unmistakably human.
he has never dealt with loss very gracefully maybe, and looking at nanami and his tense expression, the way he's choking on his beer makes gojo want to take it back almost, which means he's probably still in that same pathetic mindset, because he probably would have found it funny any other time. ]
Your funeral.
[ it's low, and probably simmering with one foul temper if he's eyeing nanami the way that he is —
but the blindfold's back in place after a second, and he's beaming, pushing the tart in nanami's direction. ]
Agree to disagree. But hey! Can't stay down when we're both free and alive right now.
This mood sucks though. Take the rest of my tart, consider it a peace offering.
[ ... that nanami bought with nanami's money... ]