[ His hands are shaking as he tries to push himself to his feet, breathing out a pained, quiet sound. It's as if the sheer effort to rise is agonising, torture for his broken and beaten body. He barely survived being attacked by Choso, and if Sukuna hadn't taken over he might well have died.
He should have died.
Shivering, he blinks, still staring out at the void of death. ]
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[ His hands are shaking as he tries to push himself to his feet, breathing out a pained, quiet sound. It's as if the sheer effort to rise is agonising, torture for his broken and beaten body. He barely survived being attacked by Choso, and if Sukuna hadn't taken over he might well have died.
He should have died.
Shivering, he blinks, still staring out at the void of death. ]
We - we have to go.