[ There is a hint of something sympathetic on Yuta's face at that. He can only imagine what it must be like on the other side of it; to hear that your corpse has been taken over to be used for nefarious purposes and then to have that thrown in your face by Sukuna. Whatever the King of Curses might have said, it can only have been as cutting as his techniques. Through meeting Choso here, Yuta also knows what it's like to be mistaken for Kenjaku and it's... unpleasant, to say the least. He thinks of extending an offer for more information on Kenjaku in case the knowledge might be of any use — maybe Kenjaku's demise will offer some modicum of comfort — but both the thought and sympathy vanish at the question Geto goes on to pose.

It isn't asked in a particularly malicious way, yet that doesn't make it any easier. Yuta looks away, finally, gaze going distant where he stares ahead at nothing in particular. He's not sure why he's even contemplating answering, why he lets the memories pluck at him with icy fingers of dread, dredging up the turmoil and pulling it closer to the surface. The answer falls from his lips like a quiet, awful confession. Maybe that's what it is. ]

Disorientating. Invasive. It's nothing so simple as picking up a discarded sword when you have to view the world through different eyes and memories altogether.

[ In this case, actually quite literally. The world perceived through the Six Eyes is so different, so much more overwhelming, and even though Yuta had been somewhat prepared for it through the switch training they'd done beforehand, it hadn't been nearly enough. He understands keenly his teacher's need for sunglasses and blindfolds now. ]