“What? No sorcerer is going to save you now, sweetheart,” he grinned, his sharp smile matched well with his sharp eyes. Pools of green that felt like they could kill you if you looked too long. You were a sorcerer, not a curse user. A colleague of Gojo’s. Now you were groveling like the rest of the cultists at Suguru’s feet. “Well? Speak. Or are you too ashamed?”