( He considers it. The tangled snare of feeling he has, the helpless rage that sits in his chest, the bitterness of his grief, the unnamed emotion he's now attached to Gojo Satoru without care for where it might have him end up. He opens his mouth, closes it. Itadori is a child, and while he's seen far more than he should for his age, is more grown than his peers, Geto can't quite bring himself to add to the burden. So he rifles through his bag to find himself a drink, keeps his footsteps even. )
I'm not going to hurt anyone.
( He doesn't know if Itadori overheard the threat, Geto's emotions spilling out. But he thinks it needs to be said now. )
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I'm not going to hurt anyone.
( He doesn't know if Itadori overheard the threat, Geto's emotions spilling out. But he thinks it needs to be said now. )
I just needed out.