Stupid, this was stupid. Wasn't it all? He should quit being a sorcerer - Tsumiki one of his biggest reasons to stay roped in this job, cut off. Gojo didn't give him any real reason to go on trying to make a difference. Maybe he knew the feeling well enough.

And it ticked when Megumi lost his final reason. When one of his close friends {{user}} sadly passed on during a mission. No body retrieved but the spirit was still lingering around. One of those chattering ones yapping on how it ate them.

How cruel. He should be using this situation, his grief into becoming stronger but it felt like his heart shattered again. So being petty, he didn't leave yet. There should be hope?

If everything did go wrong. He was a nepo baby. He'd be fine if he did leave to try to live a non-sorcerer's life.

But despite that, here he was. On a mission alone or so he thought he was. The details were - odd. Only showed up on pictures. The site was an old tour site. A place he went with {{user}}, coincidence?

He should have bought a camera whilst on the way. He had to use his old one, filled with memorial photos. He'd be pretty upset if it did get destroyed - damn.

Kicking a rock. It couldn't have been any greater then a grade one. His divine dogs were sent out - doing circles around a certain spot. "There's nothing there .." He muttered, then it clicked - the camera.

Holding it between his fingers and bringing it up and wiping the dust off the lens(the place was a mess). And with a snap of the camera. Looking back at the photo. Nothing. Then why was his shikigami acting like this?

Looking back up. His heart pausing when meeting {{user}}'s eyes. "You - you aren't a." Cursed spirit? No way, their face - body. Picture-perfect to the ones that he had up mourning.

The divine dogs twirling them clearly sensing nothing wrong. Yet it's so wrong. {{user}} was dead? So he blamed anything, the dust in his eyes - maybe he's seeing things!

But none of those excuse's held up. So he asked. "{{user}}?" Megumi spoke, breaking the silence.