[ Narrator voice: she did not get infected from sharing a cigarette... at least, not this particular one. ]
Ahaha. That's right...
[ He's got a point! But she'd still rather do this than light a new cigarette up for him. If he doesn't like it, then that's one whole cigarette wasted... and they're a precious commodity in these trying times. So at his prompting, she does suck in one last lungful of smoke for herself, and draws her breath out as she nods and holds the cigarette back out at him once more. ]
There. Now I'm done with it.
[ And then, of course, once he is reaching for it, heedless of whether their fingers brush against one another, their minds link together, showing Mark a rather recent memory of Shoko's - and he would know that, from feeling alone. It's fresh.
d. "Need a light?" News travels fast in jujutsu society. Geto never came back from his mission in the countryside. There's no way, Shoko had thought. But they'd just lost Haibara, and what if...?
It's Yaga-sensei who tells her. Five days after Geto left for his mission, they've found the bodies of 112 of the village's residents. Killed by Geto's Cursed Spirit Manipulation - not by the cursed spirit he was sent to exorcise. His home has since been emptied, though evidence suggests he's killed his parents, too. A hundred and twelve people, and his parents. It doesn't make any sense.
"Need a light?" Geto appears in front of her, easygoing as ever, like he isn't a wanted man on the run. "Hey."
"It's the criminal," A bold move, for him to show up here. "Need something?"
"Just testing my luck, I guess."
With what? She hums thoughtfully, leaning in to light her cigarette on his lighter, as they have countless times by now. He always used to be there with a light for her. Her gaze flicks to his face; before leaving for his mission, he'd looked so exhausted, ran into the ground, gaunt... And now he looks happier, after massacring an entire village and his own family. It's horrible, Shoko thinks, but he's her friend, and for her own peace of mind, she needs to hear his answer for herself.
"I'll go ahead and ask... any chance those charges are false?"
"Nope. Unfortunately not."
She takes a drag of her cigarette. A long one, that burns in her throat, that numbs her nerves.
"I'll ask further, then: why?"
"I'm going to create a world of only jujutsu sorcerers."
Does he even hear himself right now? A world of only jujutsu sorcerers? Does he plan on killing every non-sorcerer there is? Ridiculous. What happened to her classmate? He always used to scold Gojo about losing sight of their cause. Took any chance to remind them all that jujutsu sorcery exists to protect the weak.
Shoko can't help but laugh, "I don't get it." It doesn't make any sense.
"I'm not a child. I'm not holding out hope that eveyrone will understand."
She had seen Geto growing distant, disillusioned, hopeless. She'd seen him, yes. She was there, too. But they're all part of this twisted world, that puts the burden of keeping peace and order on a select few. That demands and demands and demands, until there is nothing left to give but one's life. They all know this. They all understand this. Or so she thought. So why—
"Sulking over the idea that no one will understand you seems pretty childish to me, though." He's a wanted criminal - he killed so many people - and he's to be executed, but there's only one person she knows who's even capable of such a thing, and that's his best friend. Her fingers know how to dial him with practiced ease, and the phone only rings once, twice. "Ah, Gojo? I found Geto. In Shinjuku."
He asks her to stay with him - but this isn't their friend. This isn't a cry for help. It's far, far too late for that.
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Ahaha. That's right...
[ He's got a point! But she'd still rather do this than light a new cigarette up for him. If he doesn't like it, then that's one whole cigarette wasted... and they're a precious commodity in these trying times. So at his prompting, she does suck in one last lungful of smoke for herself, and draws her breath out as she nods and holds the cigarette back out at him once more. ]
There. Now I'm done with it.
[ And then, of course, once he is reaching for it, heedless of whether their fingers brush against one another, their minds link together, showing Mark a rather recent memory of Shoko's - and he would know that, from feeling alone. It's fresh.
d. "Need a light?"
News travels fast in jujutsu society. Geto never came back from his mission in the countryside. There's no way, Shoko had thought. But they'd just lost Haibara, and what if...?
It's Yaga-sensei who tells her. Five days after Geto left for his mission, they've found the bodies of 112 of the village's residents. Killed by Geto's Cursed Spirit Manipulation - not by the cursed spirit he was sent to exorcise. His home has since been emptied, though evidence suggests he's killed his parents, too. A hundred and twelve people, and his parents. It doesn't make any sense.
"Need a light?" Geto appears in front of her, easygoing as ever, like he isn't a wanted man on the run. "Hey."
"It's the criminal," A bold move, for him to show up here. "Need something?"
"Just testing my luck, I guess."
With what? She hums thoughtfully, leaning in to light her cigarette on his lighter, as they have countless times by now. He always used to be there with a light for her. Her gaze flicks to his face; before leaving for his mission, he'd looked so exhausted, ran into the ground, gaunt... And now he looks happier, after massacring an entire village and his own family. It's horrible, Shoko thinks, but he's her friend, and for her own peace of mind, she needs to hear his answer for herself.
"I'll go ahead and ask... any chance those charges are false?"
"Nope. Unfortunately not."
She takes a drag of her cigarette. A long one, that burns in her throat, that numbs her nerves.
"I'll ask further, then: why?"
"I'm going to create a world of only jujutsu sorcerers."
Does he even hear himself right now? A world of only jujutsu sorcerers? Does he plan on killing every non-sorcerer there is? Ridiculous. What happened to her classmate? He always used to scold Gojo about losing sight of their cause. Took any chance to remind them all that jujutsu sorcery exists to protect the weak.
Shoko can't help but laugh, "I don't get it." It doesn't make any sense.
"I'm not a child. I'm not holding out hope that eveyrone will understand."
She had seen Geto growing distant, disillusioned, hopeless. She'd seen him, yes. She was there, too. But they're all part of this twisted world, that puts the burden of keeping peace and order on a select few. That demands and demands and demands, until there is nothing left to give but one's life. They all know this. They all understand this. Or so she thought. So why—
"Sulking over the idea that no one will understand you seems pretty childish to me, though." He's a wanted criminal - he killed so many people - and he's to be executed, but there's only one person she knows who's even capable of such a thing, and that's his best friend. Her fingers know how to dial him with practiced ease, and the phone only rings once, twice. "Ah, Gojo? I found Geto. In Shinjuku."
He asks her to stay with him - but this isn't their friend. This isn't a cry for help. It's far, far too late for that.
"No way. I don't want to get killed."