[...If you don't do this... you'll all die, and even your bodies will fall into their hands...]
[And your Little Fox... oh, didn't you say their fur would make good clothes? Do you think they'll skin...]
"The Fallen!!"
Sukuna cut The Fallen off, then broke into a violent fit of coughing.
Just hearing what The Fallen said made him want to kill everyone.
But he knew the other was right. He was a Special Grade Sorcerer, and Uraume possessed a rare, high-level ice Jujutsu. To certain Sorcerers, their corpses were immensely valuable.
And Little Fox... he stroked Little Fox's body in his arms, defiance and fury flashing in his eyes...
He swiftly cut off that train of thought.
He lowered his gaze to his Little Fox.
His Little Fox lay with eyes closed, as though asleep, their expression gentle and trusting.
They nestled in his arms, as though they might open their eyes at any moment, tilt their head, and look at him joyfully with those glossy black eyes.
Through his mental perception, he sensed the Sorcerers drawing closer, while Uraume's breathing grew fainter beside him.
His hands trembled ever more violently as he held Little Fox. His heart felt as though someone had seized it in a crushing grip, hurting so badly he could barely breathe.
He had to decide quickly, even if that decision would hurt him more than having his flesh gouged out.
A deep blood-red hue surfaced in Sukuna's eyes again-
He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to seize up-with guilt that threatened to swallow him whole.
His slightly parted lips slowly closed. He clenched his teeth and pressed his head against Little Fox's chest once more, his entire body steeped in uncontrollable sorrow.
...He would rather... never have known he could do such