He explains how he’d fought Choso and almost died, and had been weak and tired. That he’s not sure what the girls did, but they had Sukuna’s finger. That he was force fed more, and he couldn’t keep control. Ten at once was too many for him to be able to stay himself.
Sukuna didn’t listen to them. Sukuna didn’t care.
They wanted their father’s body back to lay him to rest.
Yuji explains how they died, and his fingers clench tight. ]
I… I’m sorry. I couldn’t…
[ Fight back. Keep control. Save them - save anyone. ]
( There are wet tear marks down his face by the time Yuji is finished, though Geto remains mostly silent. He lifts a hand to rub at his cheek, tries to ignore the tremble in it. )
It wasn't your fault.
( Slowly, as carefully as he can. )
If anyone is to blame, Yuji, then it is me. I left them. I didn't prepare them for it. None of you could have held up against Sukuna. It isn't fair to expect that of you.
( He winds his arms around Yuji, one hand pressed to the back of his head. )
Itadori, they were my children. So when I tell you that it wasn't your fault I want you to listen to me. Allow me that, mm? You couldn't help it. Neither could they. The odds have always been stacked against us.
( They're sorcerers. All of them. Doomed to a world that does not understand them, that could not protect them. It isn't fair. )
I don't want you to suffer for what happened. I want you to honour them. Be a teenager, let yourself rest. That's what I wanted for them. That's why I tried not to push them so far. They were hurt little girls and I couldn't bear the idea of them being soldiers. So do the same for them.
Geto is right; the girls were his, and he should be allowed to choose how to mourn them. Yuji mourned with anger and fight, with power in his fists and the churn of his stomach - Geto is allowed his own time.
Just be a kid. Like they should have been. That's all I want, Yuji-kun.
( He settles back, briefly pressing the meat of his palm into his eye sockets. )
I didn't know what I was doing when I found those girls. I was seventeen, and they were five years old, and I was ... well, unwell might be the kind way to put it. Worn out, stretched thin, buried under the weight of a responsibility I wasn't sure I wanted. ( He does not often talk about the before. The slide from promising young man to tyrant. He picks at the nail varnish on one thumb, humming. ) I didn't know I would be changing all of our lives. I just wanted to help them. Sometimes I wonder what might have happened had I called Satoru first.
I don't think we should spend all of our time thinking about the past.
[ See? Growth. ]
I used to wish that I could do things differently, that I could save other people, that I could swap their life for mine. That I could make it all better. But that just made me miserable, and everyone else was sad because of it.
( It sits badly within him. Only his care for Yuji stops him from saying what he really wants, that without his girls, and without Satoru, what future is there for him? Maybe all he has is the past.
It feels too poisonous. The boy is trying so hard. )
I'm glad you've started to see things differently, Yuji. I'm glad you're trying. You deserve a better life than this.
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[ A small scowl, before his shoulders slump. ]
Did... Do you want to... Know more? Of what I remember? Or would that hurt too much?
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He owes it to each of them, doesn't he? Yuji included. )
All right.
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[ So Yuji explains it all.
He explains how he’d fought Choso and almost died, and had been weak and tired. That he’s not sure what the girls did, but they had Sukuna’s finger. That he was force fed more, and he couldn’t keep control. Ten at once was too many for him to be able to stay himself.
Sukuna didn’t listen to them. Sukuna didn’t care.
They wanted their father’s body back to lay him to rest.
Yuji explains how they died, and his fingers clench tight. ]
I… I’m sorry. I couldn’t…
[ Fight back. Keep control. Save them - save anyone. ]
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It wasn't your fault.
( Slowly, as carefully as he can. )
If anyone is to blame, Yuji, then it is me. I left them. I didn't prepare them for it. None of you could have held up against Sukuna. It isn't fair to expect that of you.
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[ Will he ever stop blaming himself? Hating himself?
It was his body. His hands. His cursed energy, in a way. He lost control, he failed, and people died because of it. So many people died because of it.
How does he not blame himself for that?
Slowly, he turns himself, reaches out, and goes to wrap his arms around Geto. ]
You didn’t ask for this. Neither did they. They just loved you, and I think that’s amazing. To be loved like that by someone is amazing.
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Itadori, they were my children. So when I tell you that it wasn't your fault I want you to listen to me. Allow me that, mm? You couldn't help it. Neither could they. The odds have always been stacked against us.
( They're sorcerers. All of them. Doomed to a world that does not understand them, that could not protect them. It isn't fair. )
I don't want you to suffer for what happened. I want you to honour them. Be a teenager, let yourself rest. That's what I wanted for them. That's why I tried not to push them so far. They were hurt little girls and I couldn't bear the idea of them being soldiers. So do the same for them.
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[ He can accept that. He has to.
Geto is right; the girls were his, and he should be allowed to choose how to mourn them. Yuji mourned with anger and fight, with power in his fists and the churn of his stomach - Geto is allowed his own time.
He's allowed whatever he wants. ]
I'll remember them. I promise.
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( He settles back, briefly pressing the meat of his palm into his eye sockets. )
I didn't know what I was doing when I found those girls. I was seventeen, and they were five years old, and I was ... well, unwell might be the kind way to put it. Worn out, stretched thin, buried under the weight of a responsibility I wasn't sure I wanted. ( He does not often talk about the before. The slide from promising young man to tyrant. He picks at the nail varnish on one thumb, humming. ) I didn't know I would be changing all of our lives. I just wanted to help them. Sometimes I wonder what might have happened had I called Satoru first.
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[ See? Growth. ]
I used to wish that I could do things differently, that I could save other people, that I could swap their life for mine. That I could make it all better. But that just made me miserable, and everyone else was sad because of it.
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It feels too poisonous. The boy is trying so hard. )
I'm glad you've started to see things differently, Yuji. I'm glad you're trying. You deserve a better life than this.
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[ He laughs a little, softly, shaking his head. ]
It must be working.
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( Maybe Yuji will finally break the jujutsu cycle of misery. )
It must be strange. Finally talking about it with someone. Do you find it helps?
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[ A shrug. ]
I can't really tell.
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( Sometimes it takes an outside force. )
You seem more balanced.
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[ That makes him brighten. ]
I'm working hard at it. Really hard.
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( More gently. )
I'm proud of you.
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[ Now he feels sheepish. ]
Thanks, Geto-san.
rachel pls come back to me on the pocky meme i wanna do a new hangout w yuji. unless u tl'd
( A small smile, not quite reaching the eyes but near enough. )
Sometimes things like that just have to be said.
i did it !!!
[ Yuji squeezes him again, unable to resist. ]
You've helped a lot, too.
bless u
( Yuji being instrumental in making him turn back to something more human. )
We all have to work for it. I think that's something that helps though. No one here has it completely together.
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[ He hums, softly. ]
If everyone had it together, I'd feel bad!
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Me too. But we're managing well, aren't we? Better than some here. I think we should feel good about that.