I would get angry at Satoru. ( Maybe a non sequitur, maybe not. He thinks Yuji needs to hear it anyway. ) For not being there. For being on missions. For going somewhere I couldn't follow. It felt like I was drowning and each time he left the water got higher. I didn't even know, back then, what it was I was feeling. Or how to combat it. It festered. It wasn't his fault. But it was hard to ask for things. It still is. I understand that part.

( He offers up a small smile. )

And your emotions don't necessarily have to make sense. Sometimes it's not the root cause that gets you. You've grown up too quicker. That's usually the fate of a jujutsu sorcerer, but for you it's been far more, far faster. Nanami cares about you though, I'm sure he'd listen to you.