[ Yuta smiles and nods. That's really all anyone can ask, isn't it? He can't claim to even particularly try to retain himself when he's so readily thrown away his humanity. His own fate was sealed the second Gojo died. The consequences of the actions he hadn't even expected to survive are still catching up to him, a hint of them hidden in the deepening of the perpetual bruises under his eyes. He has not come out unscathed or unchanged — something chipped away in his sense of self — and yet he will continue to twist and bend and break himself in whatever ways he might deem necessary because he lacks the capacity to care about himself. (And because someone always has to do what's unpleasant and necessary, it might as well be him.)
But Yuji is different; he has a light and a disposition that's worth protecting and preserving no matter what. Yuta would hate to see it changed. ]
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But Yuji is different; he has a light and a disposition that's worth protecting and preserving no matter what. Yuta would hate to see it changed. ]
Yeah! What do you want to do? It's your big day.