[ If it were Satoru, he probably would accept being killed, because Satoru only wants the best for him, and if it got to the point where he thought killing him was the only option, then he could be at peace with that.
But he doesn't say it; he doesn't think it'd make anything better. ]
Your katana. [ Okay. ] Was there something in you compelling you to drink it?
[ Such tragic gay meta that would not have sat well with him if he heard it... Suguru is right in many ways.
His tail lashes. ]
I let the girls pick first and the saw cleaver was bulky. [ Using weapons is kind of below them, but. ] We had to use them.
... I think the katana was cursed because I would get a feeling it was telling me things like how blood would give me power and it would hurt the monsters.
Yeah! Exactly like that. Reminds me the goats need to give us the Wii.
[ how are they going to play with a cursed muramasa without a console ]
I don't know about feeling hunted, but I do crave blood. [ He tilts his furry little head. ] It's hard to tell between what came from the trip, the swamp, or just me.
[ He chuckles a bit... How can he an outwardly paranoid asshole when Suguru is patting his back and cheering him on. It can take a backseat, it can work in the background, but he should reward him with a smile and some assurance... Assuage his worries.
He's a burrito so he can't do more. ]
Yeah. As long as you're there, it'll be fine. [ Satoru would be satisfied. It's clearer to him the trip wasn't real. ] I don't see how the last two help, though.
[ Not Suguru trying to rectify his future self's thought puzzle that didn't necessarily stick with Satoru at face value but instead sunk in subconsciously. You think you can fix him when he doesn't even know the problem.
But like then, like now, he absorbs Suguru's words, even if he doesn't quite understand the depths of their meaning. It's true. He got to where he is through a journey, effort, training... And it may disappear soon, which he's resigned to. ]
The rest of jujutsu society would laugh.
[ But he's smiling and shuffling closer just to be close, not close enough to touch. ]
[ Look, he still thinks it's something Satoru should think about, but he is willing to help him along the way this time. He should think about himself, and the path that he wants.
But for now, they're cuddling through many layers of blankets to avoid the paranoia transference. ]
Probably. But since when have you cared what they think?
[ Usually he's the one chiding him to think about it more. ]
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But he doesn't say it; he doesn't think it'd make anything better. ]
Your katana. [ Okay. ] Was there something in you compelling you to drink it?
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His tail lashes. ]
I let the girls pick first and the saw cleaver was bulky. [ Using weapons is kind of below them, but. ] We had to use them.
... I think the katana was cursed because I would get a feeling it was telling me things like how blood would give me power and it would hurt the monsters.
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[ cursed muramasa blade... ]
And now, you're still feel all that? The feeling of being hunted and craving blood?
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[ how are they going to play with a cursed muramasa without a console ]
I don't know about feeling hunted, but I do crave blood. [ He tilts his furry little head. ] It's hard to tell between what came from the trip, the swamp, or just me.
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You don't normally crave blood. [ Presses his fingers to Satoru's eyes to close them. ] You can rely on things other than your Six Eyes, you know.
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Being reassured he isn't a blood drinker is nice. ]
It's not like I can here.
[ Grumbling because he wants them back. ]
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There's a lot else that you have at your disposal.
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Like what? [ HIS PRECIOUS SIX EYES ] Are you going to say you?
[ Cheesy. ]
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[ Except for when he is apparently massacring bunches of people.
Taps Satoru's heart through all of the blankets that he rolled him in. ]
You've also got your instincts, your heart, your soul. They amount to a lot too.
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He's a burrito so he can't do more. ]
Yeah. As long as you're there, it'll be fine. [ Satoru would be satisfied. It's clearer to him the trip wasn't real. ] I don't see how the last two help, though.
[ Breaks this nice moment with logic. ]
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But he'll do what he can to help Satoru in this moment at least, to try and give him even a little bit of peace.
He lays down next to the burrito. ]
They're part of you. You're not the strongest just because of your eyes.
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But like then, like now, he absorbs Suguru's words, even if he doesn't quite understand the depths of their meaning. It's true. He got to where he is through a journey, effort, training... And it may disappear soon, which he's resigned to. ]
The rest of jujutsu society would laugh.
[ But he's smiling and shuffling closer just to be close, not close enough to touch. ]
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But for now, they're cuddling through many layers of blankets to avoid the paranoia transference. ]
Probably. But since when have you cared what they think?
[ Usually he's the one chiding him to think about it more. ]