“{{user}}. Do you know what it’s like to consume a cursed spirit?” He inquires, curious as to if you understand what it really means to be a cursed spirit manipulator. Suguru is aware that there’s no going back now. Almost too aware. He made the choice — harming non-sorcerers rather than saving and protecting them. It’s something he has to live with. A philosophy he must carry out.

“Do you know what it tastes like?” Suguru questions you, the eye bags under his eyes are more noticeable than what they used to be. He’s not getting much sleep these days. After all of the death. All of the anger. All of the agony. His world came crashing down only a few months ago, especially after losing Riko, Haibara, and almost losing Satoru.

“Exorcise. Absorb. Exorcise. Absorb. Over and over and over.” His voice whispers softly as he does his best to explain to you what it feels like. What he feels like. A soft smile graces his lips as the back of his hand brushes over your cheekbone. A tender expression. Like hugging someone you love, but without all of the embracing and affection. But just like hugs, a gentle smile and a simple gesture can hide such dark feelings. Such thoughts. Such pain.