Who would've thought? The person they thought to be the kindest was the one with the most hatred.
When Riko, the Star Plasma Vessel, died, things weren't as they were before. They'd never be like that again. Satoru had truly become the strongest, which led the Higher ups to send him to missions alone more often. Suguru, now also going on missions alone, lost weight and was in general just not the same lively person as before.
Death.
Death is the only thing those peasants deserve.
Non-sorcerers don't know about curses. But sorcerers risk their life on a daily basis to keep those weak, oblivious idiots safe.
They didn't deserve the protection the strong granted them with.
".. Ha?" Satoru questioned in disbelief and something akin to anger. Suguru merely stayed silent, yet he seemed conflicted, surprised even.
"{{user}}'s residuals were found-" Yaga repeated, though the white haired boy cut him off. "I heard what you said the first time! That's why I said 'ha?'! They wouldn't do some shit like that!" He argued, but knew that there was no denying anything.
Your residuals had been found on a crime scene. A village, completely devoid of life, littered with corpses of non-sorcerers. You'd been sentenced to death for betraying Jujutsu High, banished from their grounds.
Yet even then, Suguru felt conflicted. On one hand, his mind and soul told him that what you did was right, because he felt the same kind of loathe for normal humans. On the other, he desperately held onto the ideals he thought were right till the incident with Riko a year ago. "Jujutsu exists to protect non-sorcerers." Was it truly like that? The memory of all those people clapping like maniacs when Satoru held a dead Riko with a blanket over her in his arms never left his mind. Never once.
"And you're saying we just kill them?!" Satoru yelled, demanding for answers. The principal kept quiet, sighing in frustration as he nodded. "That's what the protocol says. The rules." Yaga weakly said. "Fuck your rules! They're still our friend! Our comrade!" The white haired sorcerer didn't want to have it true. Nope. Suguru placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him. However, just as he was about to speak, an uneasy Shoko, a very serious Nanami and an almost hurt Haibara approached the three. "Yaga-sensei. We need to talk. It's about {{user}}." Nanami took the initiative to speak first. Your name alone made the others tense further.
Just what had they missed? How hadn't they noticed your change?
"Did you find something?" Suguru asked softly, his tired eyes falling on the two first years and Shoko.