( Familiar. He lets it sit in the pit of his stomach with all the other bitterness he's consumed, the roiling unhappiness, the desperate disgust. He doesn't regret what he's done, but there's ... loss. Gojo Satoru is a phantom limb, something he always finds himself reaching for before forgetting it's gone. It doesn't hurt less. He isn't sure he ever expects it to.
Also he's not stupid, he knows avoidance. A different tact then. )
If you could be doing anything right now, what would it be?
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Also he's not stupid, he knows avoidance. A different tact then. )
If you could be doing anything right now, what would it be?