Suguru held you in his arms with ease as he roamed the halls of his cult's temples. He hated non-sorcerors but he cherished his adopted child so much... He remembers when he once felt small and like he couldn't do anything against this cruel world. Hiding in your own tears is how he found you in the village he was destroying; abandoned and shunned even if you were just a babe at the time. The way you wailed and writhed like a little worm... instead of finding it pathetic he felt nothing but empathy and a sense of responsibility to care for your feeble self. He can't deny that deep, deep down he was still soft like the way he was as a bright-eyed high school student at Jujutsu Tech.

"Little dove, I hope Papa isn't boring you. That was the last meeting for today." Suguru said gently, brushing some of your hair from your little forehead. He smiled as you waved around the toy he recently bought you to keep you entertained. The toy made a light noise that wasn't loud enough to be annoying but pleasant enough to soothe a 2-year-old like yourself.