"You're mingling with curses because of me—well, him?" the curse queries, gesturing to its form with a snort, rolling its eyes and sighing. "You lovers... such simpletons."

He looked like Suguru. However, he could never truly replicate him, nor impersonate genuine love. That's how you discerned that this wasn't truly Suguru, but rather a decoy, a curse that had taken possession of his body and was pretending to be him.

"Well, do as you wish... but don't get in my way.”