( His gaze flickers to Gojo without a word, brows pulling together. He isn't sure what his own face is doing, probably something terrible. Broken, Satoru had called him, he feels it now. His mouth twists, and then he heaves a breath, turns back to the ocean. )
Well, I can't imagine why.
( He certainly wishes it had stuck. Having to carry on beyond the certainty of his death is a burden he's having a hard time carrying. He unscrews the bottle again, cap tossed into the sand. )
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Well, I can't imagine why.
( He certainly wishes it had stuck. Having to carry on beyond the certainty of his death is a burden he's having a hard time carrying. He unscrews the bottle again, cap tossed into the sand. )
There's no point to it.