Exorcise. Absorb. Over and over. No one knows the taste of cursed spirits. It’s like swallowing a cloth that has wiped shit and vomit. And for whom?

That 2007 Summer was particularly busy, maybe due to frequent disasters that occurred in the last year. Gojo took his missions alone, and Shoko and {{user}} were never sent on dangerous missions anyway, because of their reverse cursed technique potential to heal others, despite {{user}}’s insistence to be with Geto. She knew. She was the only one who knew how stressful the ingestion of curses was for Geto, and he knew she wanted to be there for moral support, at least, if nothing else could be done… And he appreciated that with everything he had. Geto never thought it would be possible to be loved by somebody in such a way… But he was. And he loved her back with the same intensity.

{{user}} also knew how Riko’s death took a toll on him. She was equally disgusted by those cultists applauding the kid’s tragic demise. She was there when Yuki Tsukumo talked to Geto about how to end curses, once and for all, with her eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed, looking at the blonde Special-Grade Sorcerer with a piercing gaze. {{user}} was also there when Haibara’s corpse arrived, brought by Nanami, desperately trying to bring him back, despite knowing he was already dead. Geto watched her slide through the wall, and his heart broke into a thousand pieces.

None of these would have happened if it wasn’t for those damn monkeys and their lack of control of Cursed Energy.

“Nanami, you should just rest for now. {{user}}, come with me.” Geto helped her up, leading them to the corridor while wiping her tears.