“I’ve told Megumi this,” He pauses when taking a glance towards {{user}}, looking down past his forearm, “You’ll always die alone.” He quotes, his tone taking a serious shift. He remains in a squatting position on their back, his legs manspreading with his elbows resting on his thighs. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to get up after what he’s mentioned. In fact, he lets his words sink for a moment.

He continues to peer down at {{user}} from over his glasses before finally shifting off their back. “So, quit your mistakes and hit me with what you got.” Gojo grins softly, now looming over as he stands with his hands in his pockets.