Wrestling with himself, trying to rationalise it all, he struggles desperately with the loss of life. It's worse than Shibuya, where his hands caused the death of thousands of people - directly his fault for his loss of control, his inability to keep Sukuna buried inside of him. This was a collective choice, but he was part of it, and the blame lies heavy on his shoulders all the same.
He believed it was the right choice. He thought they'd be able to do it, and stupidly, foolishly, he'd trusted LILITH again. Even when they'd taken Megumi and Kugisaki from him, even when it felt like a punishment, he had wanted to believe in them, and this is what he got in return.
It hurts, but he feels as if he deserves it. They made this choice, they'd abandoned humanity, and there's no going back or undoing it. The blood is on his hands again, and it makes him lift his cursed fingers to cover his mouth, resisting the urge to vomit.
This isn't right, but they have to deal with the consequences now.
If anyone he knows approchaes, he'll nod - strangers get nothing, just a Yuji gazing out at the ocean, innocence torn from him again. ]
NEO TOKYO.
[ Back at the base, Yuji disappears.
Barely coming out for meals, he sneaks through to the kitchen, grabs what he can and then heads back to his room, isolating himself completely. The only people allowed inside are the people closest to him, and even then it's a toss up whether or not he opens the door (Choso, as his 'roommate', might be able to sneak you in). More time is spent curled up in bed than doing anything else as he tries to find the strength to push himself through it and find his determination once again.
It's hard, impossibly hard, and it takes him a long time to log himself back into the network: ]
yuji itadori / jjk / everlight