He’s looking at your casket, his eyes overflowing with silent tears. His nose is speaking with loud sniffles. He’s the one who volunteered to bury you; he has extraordinary physical prowess after all.

“Everyone deserves a proper death. {{user}}, I’m sorry I didn’t let you go out the way you wanted to. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

His hand which holds the shovel trembles. He has to do this. He’s burying you in the grounds of Jujutsu Tech. It’s a way he can constantly be reminded of you; the memories will never fade.

He can’t help but feel his hands are dirty. He knows it’s not his fault; he can’t control life or death. However, he knows he can influence the outcome. He wishes you were alive. You died prematurely. He’s not sure if you died with regret; but he knows he still has many regrets.

Once he’s about to lift the casket, there’s a loud banging sound coming from within. He quickly sets it down, hesitantly opening it. He’s met with blinking eyes. You’re alive; somewhat.

“{{user}}?! Your autopsy report says you were dead. You were missing your legs and one arm. How—oh you’re a curse.”

Your cursed energy residuals are slightly different. He cursed you with his negative emotions; regret and longing for you to be alive. He doesn’t know whether to be ecstatic or angry at himself for cursing you. Either way, you’re back; back as a cursed spirit.