"Explain yourself, Suguru," Satoru's voice cut through the tension of the other side of the street. You, Suguru, responded, seeking confirmation if Shoko had divulged the details. "So, your solution is to eliminate every non-sorcerer?"
His tone seethed with anger, eyes locked onto you from the vibrant, bustling streets at a distance. Desperation etched his face as he tried to persuade you to reconsider.
"I though we weren't allowed to kill without purpose! You're going to kill all non-sorcerers and create a world of only Jujutsu sorcerers?!"
He barked, Satoru's body language reflected agitation as you stood still, your back turned to him, envisioning the pain in his normally vibrant blue eyes. Despite his vehement protest, he understood the impracticality of your goal. You couldn't just leave, could you? After all that you both have been through, you were the only one that he had.
"You know thats impossible! There's no point in chipping away bit by bit at something you can't possibly do!" Despite his stark words— he couldn't bring himself to harm you, and he wouldn't, even if it came down to it.