[ Hey, he's trying to be a little more respectful of personal space now that they've moved on from their fuck buddies era. But now that he's been let in, he's already heading towards one of Winter's cabinets and grabbing a bag of cinnamon crisps. Does Winter even like these?
And then he invites himself to flop onto the couch, feet propped up over the arm, cramming those crisps into his mouth. He came here to talk, and yet...
Here he is, not talking! He's great at this.
Oh, he does have one thing to say, after a moment: ]
โ you need a new bag. These're getting kinda stale.
[ He probably does but it's just as likely that he forgets they're there. Bags of snacks aren't exactly a thing where he's from.
Having shut the door, Winter steps back into the main living area, eyes tracking Gojo as he moves to flop onto the couch. Welp. He'll just pull up a chair. ]
I'll put it on my list. So, come on. Out with it. What happened?
[ Leveling a look as though Winter is poking and prodding at something that he didn't expressly come here to discuss: ]
Ehh, getting right into it already, huh? And I thought we were gonna talk about Mario 64 some more!
[ ...After a moment, he sits up slightly, elbow resting against one of his knees. God...he's so bad at this. Sumina had once told him she didn't think he was at bad at being a friend as he thought he was, but he seriously has to question that, when push comes to shove. When he can never make things easy, or straightforward, when they matter the most. ]
It's... [ How to put it. ] Complicated. You probably saw how she wanted to talk to me, huh? So...we talked, but it's more like we spoke without actually hearing each other.
[ Winter just levels a look right back, because he knows that there's no way in hell Gojo is actually going to make the jump unless he's prodded first.
But beyond that, he's patient enough, letting Gojo right himself and sort his thoughts before he gets started. By contrast, the warlock leans back in his chair, posture open and ready to listen. ]
I did see. You mentioned she was unhappy with you making light of your near-death experience. What did she say to you?
She thinks it should have a bigger impact on me, but...dying in some terrible, gruesome way is just kind of part and parcel for jujutsu sorcerers. I always tell my students it's impossible that they'll die without regrets...that's just how it is for us.
I explained that to her, but it's like she was looking for something that isn't there.
[ Or that's buried so deep, he doesn't even know how to recognize it. ]
Well, yes, those types of magicks do exist, but I wouldn't say it's more common for adventurers to come back from the dead than it is for them to not come back at all. Living as an adventurer probably isn't too much different than it is living as a jujutsu sorcerer.
There are things out there that can banish you to planes unknown with a thought, that can drag you into the deepest pits of the nine hells while you're still alive, or erase the memories of your existence from the minds of everyone you've ever known. Hells, there's things out there that can just look at you and tell you to die and you would simply do it, if they were powerful enough.
All this to say that Mina deals with people who share your lifestyle on a daily basis. She opens her inn and her heart to them, and welcomes them with warmth and compassion because she can't ever give anything less than her all, and sometimes they leave and simply don't ever come back. Or worse, their companions come back without them, and she has to see the looks on their faces, hear their tales, watch them mourn, and try not to burst into tears while manning the counter. She carries those moments with her, always.
So I don't think she doesn't understand what kind of dangers you face. I think she understands too well, and it scares her to see that you don't seem to care whether you live or die. She cares about you.
You have to prepare yourself for the worst, I get that, but if you can't promise to fight, to care, then every time she sees you, she's going to see a ticking clock. One more person she'll invite into her life who won't come back.
[ ...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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or don't call it a game!
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also i think it created a problem for me
sooo thanks
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A problem? What do you mean?
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You mean Mina?
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yeah
it's been kinda weird
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Come on over for a bit. You can tell me what happened.
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you got any snacks
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i'm outside your door (๏พยดใฎ`)๏พ*: ๏ฝฅ๏พ
[ At least he didn't just teleport directly inside??? Knock-knock. ]
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You know where the snacks are.
[ Let's be real, Winter probably started keeping snacks around in the first place because of Gojo. ]
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And then he invites himself to flop onto the couch, feet propped up over the arm, cramming those crisps into his mouth. He came here to talk, and yet...
Here he is, not talking! He's great at this.
Oh, he does have one thing to say, after a moment: ]
โ you need a new bag. These're getting kinda stale.
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Having shut the door, Winter steps back into the main living area, eyes tracking Gojo as he moves to flop onto the couch. Welp. He'll just pull up a chair. ]
I'll put it on my list. So, come on. Out with it. What happened?
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Ehh, getting right into it already, huh? And I thought we were gonna talk about Mario 64 some more!
[ ...After a moment, he sits up slightly, elbow resting against one of his knees. God...he's so bad at this. Sumina had once told him she didn't think he was at bad at being a friend as he thought he was, but he seriously has to question that, when push comes to shove. When he can never make things easy, or straightforward, when they matter the most. ]
It's... [ How to put it. ] Complicated. You probably saw how she wanted to talk to me, huh? So...we talked, but it's more like we spoke without actually hearing each other.
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But beyond that, he's patient enough, letting Gojo right himself and sort his thoughts before he gets started. By contrast, the warlock leans back in his chair, posture open and ready to listen. ]
I did see. You mentioned she was unhappy with you making light of your near-death experience. What did she say to you?
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She thinks it should have a bigger impact on me, but...dying in some terrible, gruesome way is just kind of part and parcel for jujutsu sorcerers. I always tell my students it's impossible that they'll die without regrets...that's just how it is for us.
I explained that to her, but it's like she was looking for something that isn't there.
[ Or that's buried so deep, he doesn't even know how to recognize it. ]
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I wonder... do you know much of what it's like to be an adventurer in Mina's and my world?
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[ So, shouldn't that mean she should understand all the more why it wasn't that big of a concern to him? That he simply...moved on, because he had to?
Nothing good would come from dwelling on his own brush with death. ]
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There are things out there that can banish you to planes unknown with a thought, that can drag you into the deepest pits of the nine hells while you're still alive, or erase the memories of your existence from the minds of everyone you've ever known. Hells, there's things out there that can just look at you and tell you to die and you would simply do it, if they were powerful enough.
All this to say that Mina deals with people who share your lifestyle on a daily basis. She opens her inn and her heart to them, and welcomes them with warmth and compassion because she can't ever give anything less than her all, and sometimes they leave and simply don't ever come back. Or worse, their companions come back without them, and she has to see the looks on their faces, hear their tales, watch them mourn, and try not to burst into tears while manning the counter. She carries those moments with her, always.
So I don't think she doesn't understand what kind of dangers you face. I think she understands too well, and it scares her to see that you don't seem to care whether you live or die. She cares about you.
You have to prepare yourself for the worst, I get that, but if you can't promise to fight, to care, then every time she sees you, she's going to see a ticking clock. One more person she'll invite into her life who won't come back.
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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? ]
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