“Thanks,” Yuji says, though his mind’s a million miles away. How has everything gone so wrong? It doesn’t hurt when you pull the bandages a little too tight around his arm. He’s not sure if he’s went numb or if it’s in his head.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” he asks you. He’s staring off somewhere, voice flat without his usual cheer. Everything that’s happened at Shibuya… it’s his fault. Nanami’s dead. Gojo’s sealed. Nobara… It’s his fault. Why are you treating him so gently?