[ no one's ever okay with the zenin, toji hardly needs someone else to tell him that. but megumi would've lived. someone like toji can't ask for more than that, can't afford to, was never dealt the hand to play. ]

Yeah? [ toji asks at the news that gojo evidently personally kept megumi out of the clan's hands. he has no particular emotion about it, the last remnants of dark humor evaporating from his face. his words are irreverent, his tone dismissive.

it doesn't matter. it hasn't mattered in a long time. self-righteousness, too, is a luxury of the privileged. it's accomplishment enough that he manages not to sneer at gojo satoru himself looking down his nose at him for not being able reach the same places as him while wearing shackles when gojo can fly.

yeah, it's so easy, saving megumi from this world and its curses. so easy to raise him well, raise him right, raise him free and safe and happy in the sun. effortless to grasp eternity with outstretched hands.

it doesn't matter. toji's dead and gone. he's let go. it doesn't matter. there was never any hope. toji has always been a tragedy that happens to others, and his first victim was himself. ]

Good for him, bagged the limitless six eyes user himself. Pretty much the jujutsu version of marrying rich, ain't it?

[ toji can tell that gojo's pissed, and that much at least gets him to crack a smile again. is it too much to hold out for, that gojo's actually fond enough of the kid to get this pissy on his behalf? that's what he's seeing, right? not just wishful thinking? ]

Guess that explains how strong he's gotten, too. Well, kind of. For a normal person I'd say it's not bad. For you. [ toji lets out a derisive snort of a laugh. ]

Seems like slacking.