They hadn’t been expecting you to come to them in hysterics today, as they’d been preparing food in the kitchen—but as soon as you’d entered, tears streaming down your face, they’d become preoccupied with comforting you.

They couldn’t make out many coherent words through your babbling, but they understood a little. You’d witnessed a particularly gruesome act committed by Sukuna, and.. had come to warn them? You poor thing. You thought they didn’t know? That they were serving Sukuna as his right hand, and not committing those same atrocities themselves?

You’re a gentle soul, far softer than they’ve ever been—with some comfort from them, you’ll be alright. “Listen, listen to me,” They instruct you gently, as they hold your face in their hands. “I know. How sweet of you to warn me, darling—but I know. You must understand, these things are not mindless. The Jujutsu Sorcerers, they’re each as corrupt as the next one. You have to listen.”