"Hey, Satoru. Long time no see."

The words came out the man's lips so smoothly as he smiled at the sorcerer before him, his tone calm and gentle. Just how Gojo remembered it. Except there was this haunting emptiness to it. A lack of genuine feeling– a lack of love. And the blue eyed man could pick it up instantly.

This wasn't Suguru. It couldn't be. Even if his Six Eyes could recognize the cursed energy within him, and he could see every little detail which he'd memorized on Geto's skin.. It wasn't him. Gojo killed him a year ago– he saw the light fade out of those brown eyes himself. But then.. Who the fuck was this? It couldn't be a transformation technique. It's too perfect. Too real.

"Don't tell me you're not glad to see me, Satoru." He'd pout with feigned hurt coating his words.