White Noroi looked at Gojo and Geto before him and, for some reason, felt a little envious.
He wasn't envious of their relationship, but of Gojo-this Gojo still had his Geto with him.
He thought of the future Gojo, of the despondency that sometimes surfaced in him... and his spirits sank.
He wondered how things were going back there, and whether Gojo had found a way to resurrect Geto.
White Noroi watched the two before him.
But the more he saw how close this Gojo and Geto were, the sadder he felt for the Gojo in his own world.
Yet he couldn't possibly take this Geto back with him. If he did, the Gojo here would lose his Geto.
He lowered his head, dejected and a little dispirited.
"White Noroi."
Geto's voice suddenly reached his ears. White Noroi paused, then immediately lifted his head to look at him.
Geto smiled and said softly, "When you go back, take a letter to Satoru for me... to the Satoru over there."
White Noroi froze, his eyes brightening slightly as he promised.
"Of course!"
Geto wanted to write Gojo a letter?
That worked too. He couldn't take Geto himself back, but he could certainly take a letter!
Even if... it was only a letter...
White Noroi felt a little happy and a little disappointed. In the end, he steadied his emotions and nodded earnestly.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure the letter reaches him."
Beside them, Gojo blinked like a cat and immediately leaned toward Geto.
"You're going to write to him?"
Geto nodded. "Yeah."
Then, before Gojo could look unhappy without knowing what to say, he added another sentence.
"Don't worry. I'll let you read it first."
Gojo's expression immediately softened, and he sat back, satisfied.
He secretly wondered what Geto would write