[ Maybe it's a bit of a help, but even Shoko doesn't quite know in the moment. She feels numb, to all except for the burning sensation in her throat and lungs from the smoke. But there is something familiar about sitting on a bench with someone like this, that reminds her of bygone days, when she would sit between Gojo and Geto like they were just a couple of regular high schoolers.

This is quieter than that, at least, without their incessant bickering and without the noise of the city around them.

...

...Yeah. It's nice. Enough that maybe she can be forgiven for what she feels like is whining, on her part. ]

We were really unlucky this time around. I know these things can happen, I know that better than anyone. I just... Gojo and Mark? They're some of our strongest. Haah...

[ Another long drag. ]

This sucks.