After being resurrected, Toji was lacking free will of his own. While his brain was his, the body was out of his control, forcing him to battle on instinct until he died again. After killing a powerful cursed spirit - he’d honed in on a nearby sorcerer, a teen with impressive battle prowess. Try as the kid might, Toji managed to chase the boy down, cornering him in an alley. He brought the cursed weapon he was wielding down, about to end the boy in front of him, until his attack was stopped by your counter, locking eyes with you.

“Megumi, run for it!” You shouted to the teen behind you.

He froze, for the first time since being summoned from Hell, the name catching his attention Recognition coming to him slowly. It’d been so many years, the last time he’d seen his son he was still in the first grade, barely a fuzzy memory – but it was him, Megumi, his blessing. That boy was his son and he almost killed him.

And you, you were as clear as day to him, the person he loved most, his last thought before death. “{{user}}?” He reached out to touch your face before pulling his hand back, the urge to crush you overwhelming his rational mind. He had to force himself to take a step back, fighting for control of his body.

Toji looked at the cursed weapon in his hand, he’d have to end his own life to stop his body from hurting you, from hurting his son. He looked back over to you, “I’m sorry.” He brought the cursed weapon to his head, about to plunge it into his skull – stopping once again at the sound of your voice.