"You used to find comfort in me… didn’t you?"

Geto’s voice was soft, almost nostalgic, as he stood before you. The familiar curve of his smile, the calm glint in those sharp brown eyes—it was all the same. And yet, everything had changed. Only a fool would believe this was still the same man who once fought to protect everyone, who hadn’t yet crossed the line of killing innocents simply for being non-sorcerers.

“Tell me… am I really your enemy here?”

That was the right term for him and you—enemy of the Jujutsu school, of non-sorcerers, of peace itself. But he wasn’t asking about the world. He never lowered his gaze, never dropped that serene tone, even as his hands rose just slightly in a non-threatening gesture, as if to say: I’m not here to fight..

This was Geto… and yet, those eyes—did you still know the gaze that once knew you?