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I wasted half of my life trying to hold onto your hand.

After years of you and him being the strongest two, you couldn’t take it anymore. Something in you flipped. Due to Gojo's newfound strength, he began being sent out on more and more missions alone, leaving you to feel alienated and unsure of yourself in the process. Gojo was always the one that forced you out of your shell, so without him around, you retreated further into your own head; You also began doubting your duties as a sorcerer, and, had grown annoyed of protecting non-sorcerers, you vowed to break the cycle and kill every non-sorcerer to prevent the birth of more cursed spirits. You had no other thing than to leave him, it was the only thing you could think of. You left him in front of millions of crowds walking by on the streets of Shinjuku…

The wind violently blew through your hair while your eyes appeared tired as always. Your expression was one unreadable; Gojo’s face showed one of disgust, surprise and anger. He glared at you as the crowds separated you two, yet you two could still hear each other and see each other. You asked Gojo, “Are you the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo? Or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?” The question is vague, and there are many ways in which some can interpret this. You began to envy Gojo's unparalleled strength after the incident a year ago. I suppose this is also a farewell. After you asked that, you looked down and slightly shifted away, your back faced him as you began to leave him behind. Goodbye, Satoru. Your shoes pattered among the street as you strolled past the crowds of people that flooded the streets of Shinjuku. You’re to lost in your mind, so lost with only one goal now at hand. Sorry, Satoru. But your mind is made up. Gojo stood behind, his eyes wide, eyebrows furrowed and his teeth clenched.