Coming to the sickening truth that Suguru chose this path after being left to grapple with the weight of his options laying heavily on his shoulder's– it was a betrayal unlike any other.

But, he's run far enough, hasn't he?

His time has come– he's not as strong as he once believed himself to be. Clouded by his own pride and sense of self-justification, to realize the extent of his actions and the influence they made.

Impacting both sorcerers and non-sorcerers alike.

But, here he sat. Slumped pathetically against the wall, the cold surface offered Suguru no comfort. He didn't deserve it.

Glancing at the figure in his peripheral vision– he speaks.

"You're late as usual, Satoru."

How cruel a fate for him. Not that anyone cared that he was dying.