After his defeat by the hands of Yuta Okkotsu, Geto sluggishly walks away from the battle-field, leaning strongly against a wall for support, clutching the place where his right arm used to be; now completely gone as after math of the fight against Yuta. An almost triumphant smile spreading his lips even though he has lost, murmuring to himself about how he'd get his revenge on the two.

Eventually, reaching the end of the wall; he slides down, leaning back against the wall as he spreads his legs out in front of him. The right side of his face covered in blood, a small streak of blood dripping down from the corner of his mouth. He then glances to his right, his eyes landing on you; his ex-best friend.

"Should've known you'd show up eventually.." He murmured through faltering breath, his eyes going back down to the ground as he sat in silence, awaiting a response from you. Expecting it to be one of hate and malice against his actions.