( He adds Yuta to his mental list of suicidal jujutsu sorcerers, a little wry about the face. He wonders if it's inevitable, if the things they all go through from such a young age have unavoidable lasting effects. So many years of dancing just beyond death's reach, and one ends up seduced by it. Geto doesn't really know if he wants to care specifically, but he knows himself enough to be aware that he will regardless of his own desires. Instinct, mostly. )

I'll help you find someone. ( Yuta would do it anyway, Geto can see that. Better to be kept mostly abreast of the situation. It's been a while since he had spinning plates to contend with, he hopes he's not very rusty. ) On the proviso that you keep me in the know. And that if it comes to it you tell me in advance.

( He'll have to weigh it up either way. Whether the potential loss of Yuta ( for Yuji, for Satoru ) is a worthwhile sacrifice. He knows, which means if it all goes terribly the responsibility would sit squarely on his shoulders. Time to watch Sukuna more closely then. Insert himself more firmly into the narrative.

But the technique. )

Ah. ( Inflectionless. ) I've seen the thing wearing my skin. In one of Yuji-kun's memories.

( It sits oddly in him sometimes, that knowledge. His body puppeted, carried along after Geto had vacated it. He hasn't asked many questions - he knows he'd hate the answers - but he's clever enough to stitch ( ha ) what he does know together. How many people attacked him when he appeared here, Satoru's sealing, the use of his own technique. He looks at Yuta again. )

If you'd been overcome you wouldn't be so ready to throw yourself on the sword now. You used it yourself, on someone else. ( Monster, Yuta had said. Geto thinks he understands a little more now. ) Why?