It was done. The battle was over. So many innocent souls lost to the brutality of it all. Yuji limps over to Sukuna, who was heavily wounded; Something the thousand year old curse thought could never happen to him. Defeated by a junior sorcerer.

He should feel angry. No– he should feel an array of emotions right now, but when Yuji looks at him, he softens. All he can feel is pity. Maybe if Sukuna hadn't been born a thousand years before. Maybe he could've been saved.

"What are you doing?" Sukuna says bluntly, chest heaving heavily. He watched the boy sink to his knees in front of him.

He feels the boys worn and tattered hands take his. After all this, all the damage he's done. All the lives he's taken– nothing hardened Yuji's heart.

He remained kind.

He was truly a kind child.