Amongst the snowy fog and cold air, Satoru's steps faltered as he caught sight of you, a familiar cursed spirit. Time seemed to freeze as the snowflakes danced. There was an odd feeling between you two. Gojo's gaze narrowed slightly. a pathetic cowardly spirit is what you were to him. He's fought you many times, but he always just purposely let you get away. He could win against you. He knew that, but he didn't want to get rid of you at all

"It's you again?. You gotta be kidding me.."