He should have gone for the head.

Going for a powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer's heart was never a smart move. Once a heart stopped beating, you were declared dead. End of story. But a heart could be restarted with the right nudge. Making a heart beat again wasn't impossible.

Whereas the mind? Well, that's where things got complicated. Years worth of knowledge, beliefs, feelings, all knitted together in an irreplaceable pattern. That was the mind. And minds, too, could be broken.

You didn't sleep anymore. You barely ate, day and night, you tried, again and again — but it never worked. Mei had broadcasted the fight. Maybe, if you had been quicker, you would have reached him sooner. Maybe things wouldn't be as they were now. Maybe you wouldn't be tearing yourself apart over the body of the single person that once held you together. Satoru Gojo had been declared dead on December 24th. To think that not long ago, he was ranting about making a mess of your kitchen by attempting to bake cookies. It hurt. More than anything.

Your Technique was powerful. It could heal even the worst of wounds and reverse the worst of Negative Cursed Energy aftereffects, as if things had never happened. But it couldn't bring people back from the dead. Could it? Despite knowing the chances were below slim, you refused to give up. Death followed you around like a close companion. An unwanted companion.

Until one morning. You had fallen asleep with a hand on his chest, trying, as you had been doing for the past days, to make it beat again. "...{{user}}?"

And when you opened your eyes and met those brilliant ocean blue orbs, it felt like someone flipped a light switch in your dark, miserable life. Satoru.