[ ...For a moment, he's uncharacteristically quiet, reflective, as Winter offers him clarity he hadn't been able to glimpse on his own, and perhaps that's simply because Satoru has never been a guest at the Elderflower Inn. He's only seen Sumina through the lens of this vacation, rather than what her day-to-day entails back home, and...no, he hadn't thought about it like that.
His hands lace over his middle, the bag of crisps forgotten for the moment as he tips his glance towards Winter. One more person she'll invite into her life who won't come back. ]
It's not so much that I don't care that I live or die. Like, shit, I don't wanna die, that'd be super inconvenient. It's just... [ His hands separate so he can lift one to look at the light filtering in from the window through his fingers. ] It's not like I can just...be killed. Even my worst enemies decided to seal me, instead of kill me, because they knew they couldn't pull it off.
[ He's as close to immortal as a jujutsu sorcerer can get. He's been desensitized to the impact of death, his own included. How does he give meaning back to that? Does he even want to? ]
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His hands lace over his middle, the bag of crisps forgotten for the moment as he tips his glance towards Winter. One more person she'll invite into her life who won't come back. ]
It's not so much that I don't care that I live or die. Like, shit, I don't wanna die, that'd be super inconvenient. It's just... [ His hands separate so he can lift one to look at the light filtering in from the window through his fingers. ] It's not like I can just...be killed. Even my worst enemies decided to seal me, instead of kill me, because they knew they couldn't pull it off.
[ He's as close to immortal as a jujutsu sorcerer can get. He's been desensitized to the impact of death, his own included. How does he give meaning back to that? Does he even want to? ]