( It doesn't feel like a fresh start. It feels like a false one, his feet swept out from underneath him before he can even move. It isn't that he thinks the things he's done are wrong - he truly doesn't - but they carry a weight that he's been dragging around for a decade. There couldn't possibly be a world where he cannot feel them. )

I don't know how to do that.

( Dull, numb. He glances to and from Gojo almost fretfully, mouth working soundlessly for a second. A new path. Living. Whichever he means it brings something almost hysterical to the feeling in his throat, a cloying closed off ache. ) I've been trying for so long. Everything I've done has been for one reason and one reason alone. I wanted our people safe, and I couldn't even do that.

( He'd always known how it would end. He knew what would happen. But LILITH didn't even allow him that. )

How, Satoru? How am I even supposed to start?