[ It's an interesting thing to witness that brief flicker of obvious aversion on Geto's face that's then juxtaposed by an implicit offer that's — kind. It's kind. There's traces there of the boy in his teacher's memories again, hints as to what might have inspired Miguel's and Larue's loving loyalty to him, and yet it feels at odds with the expression that preceded it. Yuta doesn't doubt his words, knows he cares about jujutsu sorcerers above all else, but there's something there he can't quite put a finger on. Perhaps it's mere dislike towards him personally, Yuta did nearly succeed in killing him (if only he had and spared Gojo the pain) and now he's come to lay a heavy burden at his feet. Distaste is probably to be expected. Still, for all the clear reluctance, the offer seems genuine enough.
Hard as it is to imagine turning to Geto even more than he's already doing, he can't discount the notion he might have to take him up on that offer down the line. No one else is going to understand the unique circumstances of being a Jujutsu sorcerer and when he's already hiding things from the others, there isn't really anyone else to turn to. Yuta doesn't give voice to his appreciation this time, instead opting to incline his head in both a nod of acknowledged assent and a bow of gratitude and leaving it at that.
He's standing up and grabbing his sword case, sliding the strap back around his shoulder in its usual place, before he's leveling Geto with a flat look in wake of his commentary. ]
... I always look like this. [ Sure, his eye bags are more prominent than ever, but they've been there long before they even met back home. So that's kind of rude to say, though Yuta isn't taking actual offense. He doesn't care enough to. ] But I'll try.
[ Rest does not come easy and what little sleep he gets is plagued with nightmares now imbued with all the fresh new horrors he's endured and inflicted alike recently. Trying is the best he can do. ]
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Hard as it is to imagine turning to Geto even more than he's already doing, he can't discount the notion he might have to take him up on that offer down the line. No one else is going to understand the unique circumstances of being a Jujutsu sorcerer and when he's already hiding things from the others, there isn't really anyone else to turn to. Yuta doesn't give voice to his appreciation this time, instead opting to incline his head in both a nod of acknowledged assent and a bow of gratitude and leaving it at that.
He's standing up and grabbing his sword case, sliding the strap back around his shoulder in its usual place, before he's leveling Geto with a flat look in wake of his commentary. ]
... I always look like this. [ Sure, his eye bags are more prominent than ever, but they've been there long before they even met back home. So that's kind of rude to say, though Yuta isn't taking actual offense. He doesn't care enough to. ] But I'll try.
[ Rest does not come easy and what little sleep he gets is plagued with nightmares now imbued with all the fresh new horrors he's endured and inflicted alike recently. Trying is the best he can do. ]