Sukuna felt a little disappointed that he wouldn't get to dig into Gojo's romantic gossip.
But that didn't stop him from being curious.
"Then, do I know this 'one and only, incredibly, incredibly important best friend' of yours?"
He ran through everyone he could remember, but couldn't find anyone who fit that description.
Gojo paused, his voice dimming.
"...You don't know him."
He spoke softly.
"He's already... gone."
Sukuna: "..."
Was... was that what he meant by "gone"?
Shit... he'd really stepped on a land mine...
He immediately wanted to offer an apologetic "I'm sorry for your loss," but Gojo added something else before he could.
His voice was very soft, with an unreal, distant quality-
"...I killed him myself."
Sukuna: "..."
Killed... killed him? With his own hands??
His breath caught.
Now he felt he couldn't even get the words "I'm sorry for your loss" out.
He looked at Gojo. Though Gojo was gazing calmly at the lake, an air of deathly stillness seemed to be slowly gathering around him.
-It was the same utterly exhausted air he'd had that night, when he discovered that those marked non-sorcerers might be turned into sorcerers.
Once again, Sukuna felt that he didn't want to see him like this.
Gojo gazed at the lake, his eyes shifting slightly.
He suddenly turned his head.
His azure blue eyes turned toward Sukuna, and he lifted the corners of his lips in a half-joking smile.
"Am I cruel?"
Geto had been his one and only best friend, yet he'd killed him with his own hands.
He'd once thought they could keep living with that same freedom and abandon, remain best friends for life, reach the pinnacle of the Jujutsu Society together, and become indispensable to each other...
Yet he'd killed him, and hadn't even