[ although the possibility did cross his mind briefly (and dismissed immediately), gojo didn't place any expectation on LILITH to bring him here. she could do it, of course. she has shown how far her reach goes through time and space, pulling in suitable candidates from across the multiverse to assist her with her kaiju problem.
but why would she choose him?
whether it was back in shibuya or that quiet alleyway near jujutsu high a little over a year ago, gojo would never miss that cursed energy once unique only to him. unfortunately, he is now fully aware of kenjaku and the desecration of his corpse, so with minimal humor and zero hesitation, gojo satoru materializes in front of geto suguru just outside of med bay. he needs to see him with his own eyes because it is only then that he can determine if he will permit the existence of that signature here.
blindfold abandoned within the confines of his brimstone room, a pair of bright blue eyes stares into the depths of a familiar purple. the indifference in which he regards him doesn't waver even as he confirms his identity within that split second. gojo remembered that he had a dream as he died — a dream of a comfortable, perhaps even peaceful, reunion with geto and the few others who he had deemed important in his life. it was a happy dream, but ultimately, it was only a dream and this is reality. ]
Suguru. [ he utters a long unspoken name flatly, despite the way his features softens ever so faintly. ] You look disgusting.
wildcard!
but why would she choose him?
whether it was back in shibuya or that quiet alleyway near jujutsu high a little over a year ago, gojo would never miss that cursed energy once unique only to him. unfortunately, he is now fully aware of kenjaku and the desecration of his corpse, so with minimal humor and zero hesitation, gojo satoru materializes in front of geto suguru just outside of med bay. he needs to see him with his own eyes because it is only then that he can determine if he will permit the existence of that signature here.
blindfold abandoned within the confines of his brimstone room, a pair of bright blue eyes stares into the depths of a familiar purple. the indifference in which he regards him doesn't waver even as he confirms his identity within that split second. gojo remembered that he had a dream as he died — a dream of a comfortable, perhaps even peaceful, reunion with geto and the few others who he had deemed important in his life. it was a happy dream, but ultimately, it was only a dream and this is reality. ]
Suguru. [ he utters a long unspoken name flatly, despite the way his features softens ever so faintly. ] You look disgusting.