[ There's a brighter spark of hope to be found there in knowing that Yuji's mentioned his name before — that he isn't an entirely unknown element claiming (no doubt) seemingly outrageous things. No matter what he does or says, Yuta's painfully aware that the stitches on his forehead will brand him suspicious regardless. Still, his burgeoning hope gets rewarded when Choso's hands lower and Yuta watches the blood fall and mix with the dirt. He can't help breathing out a sigh of relief, shoulders sagging a little as some of the tension in his frame gets expelled along with it. Slowly, carefully so as not to spook, he lowers his own hands.

He can't fault Yuji for not mentioning it, least of all because he was deliberately kept in the dark for pretty much all of it; the plan to kill Kenjaku, Yuta's decision to take over Gojo's body. ]

That's not surprising, it's... a very unpleasant thing I resorted to. [ The way his eyes drop down briefly is not out of some sense of shame, it's more a flicker of sorrowful resignation before he forces himself to look back up again. ] And due to circumstances, we couldn't involve him in the planning leading up to Kenjaku's assassination.

[ Because that's pretty much what it was and what he's done. Gingerly, Yuta rises to stand up only to then bow deeply in apology. He's been doing a lot of that. ]

I'm very sorry for giving you such a scare.