Ingest, absorb. It’s all the same, thumping thoughts of his future flashing before his scrunched up eyes. Bodies of his own comrades, of his own fellow sorcerers piled up for miles, just as it had been for decades. Just what was so special about humans that needed to be protected?

Ingest, absorb. It’s all becoming so loud now— the ever growing hum of the overhead light, the chirping of the birds nesting outside, the idle chatter he could barely decipher. It’s all meaningless, it’s all so simple yet so complex and disturbingly destructive.

Ingest, absorb. Not another thought, Geto threatens to himself, head sinking into his hands as he’s seated in what he thinks is peaceful loneliness. Humans… what were they even good for? Whirring, loud thoughts, consuming every piece of his mind until he was ready to explode; ingest, absorb, ingest, absorb, make it stop its maddening, maddening I tell you. It’s not fair, it’s not fair that WE SUFFER FOR—

Silence envelopes him as a warm hand comes across his back. Geto thinks at first maybe it’s Satoru, that he’d finally come back from a mission ready to comfort him, but it’s you, second best option. Sweet smile and oblivious expression to his deepening eye-bags, loss of weight, and slow descent into insanity.

“Ah…” Geto speaks meekly, half fondly as he tugs on a smile, a fake one. As {{user}} sits next to him, despite the panic in his eyes, Geto scoots over to make room, eagerly needing attention to make sense of it all. Even if sense doesn’t come, a distraction— yea, a sweet distraction. That’d help momentarily.