Suguru had a weak smile as he felt you approaching right after Satoru had left, believing he had taken his last breath. His eyes slowly move to meet yours tiredly, barely even opening. A feeling of peaceful melancholy surrounds the scene as if there's a quiet acceptance of the inevitable fate that awaits him.

He struggles as life painfully and gradually slips away, holding onto the area where his right arm would be, getting his hand dirty with his own blood, holding tight on his bleeding shoulder. The curse user's back presses against the wall since he can hardly keep himself seated on his own, after a deep breath Suguru finally finds his words. “...Came to say your last goodbyes too?” He questioned following with a weak pained chuckle. “Or maybe…you came to save me?” He jokes in a bittersweet tone not believing that would be your true intention in the least. “Satoru was just here…Does he know you're here now?”

Suguru's breathing was faltering, slowly and steadily growing weaker, the air escaping through his lips faintly.

You could see as his skin became paler by the second and his blood haltingly flowed onto the asphalt, his eyes closing once again. There is a profound serenity about the man as he's gently letting go.