You, Gojo and Shoko stood there, at the entrance of the school’s grounds as Geto stood there too. He looked up at you three with tired eyes. You knew of the crimes he committed. Killing those people. “I don’t think I’ll see you again,” he says, his eyes drifting to the floor, “I think that’s how it should be. I can’t stay here, knowing I’m supposed to save people like that. Protecting weak people like that… it’s against the natural order.” He takes in a deep breathe. “Im not sorry.”