[ it's strange, if just because he could envision similar words out of someone like asura or son ohgong, whom seemed to constantly test their limits at very single turn. who seemed to see fighting and battles as something a bit more than yuwon would have ever considered them. he isn't sure if this comes with great strength, or if it was more a testament to their own characters.
he seems to ponder over this. oddly enough, it sounds like gojo didn't hold any sort of remorse, or regrets. though, yuwon wonders if he's simply the one projecting that idea on him. his fingers linger on the scar on his arm to eventually touch the one at his abdomen. he can tell his story is probably real, just by how far it stretches, and how the skin feels as if its all been reattached. scar tissue, especially for deep wounds always had the same texture and feel. his comrades scars had looked much the same by the final battle before his regression, and so he knows this. he palm brushes over it, and it's a surprisingly light touch as he leans in...
... and grabs a towel from behind gojo. ]
I see. [ what else was there to say to a dead man? ] But, you'd bring it up with me?
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he seems to ponder over this. oddly enough, it sounds like gojo didn't hold any sort of remorse, or regrets. though, yuwon wonders if he's simply the one projecting that idea on him. his fingers linger on the scar on his arm to eventually touch the one at his abdomen. he can tell his story is probably real, just by how far it stretches, and how the skin feels as if its all been reattached. scar tissue, especially for deep wounds always had the same texture and feel. his comrades scars had looked much the same by the final battle before his regression, and so he knows this. he palm brushes over it, and it's a surprisingly light touch as he leans in...
... and grabs a towel from behind gojo. ]
I see. [ what else was there to say to a dead man? ] But, you'd bring it up with me?