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Gojo opens his eyes, his lids heavy for a second as he comes to. He's standing; that much he knows, as he brings a hand up to rub his eyes through his blindfold. There's an odd sensation sitting in the back of his eye sockets, but he isn't quite sure what it is.
It isn't painful, but it isn't related to the Six Eyes either.
He flexes the fingers on his other hand only to realize that he's holding something.
What is it again?
He rotates the object in his hand, his gaze falling down.
Flowers. White roses.
That's right. The grass beneath his feet and the tombstone in front of him remind him. Reminds him of where he is and why he's here.
"Suguru," Gojo breathes, dropping to his knees in front of Suguru Geto's grave. Gojo knows it's empty. He knows that this is just a stone with a name on it, but it's Suguru's. "Suguru," Gojo repeats, his mind going fuzzy.
That's right.
He came here to say something, his mouth moving slowly, voice weak, "I miss you… I miss you so much. I've tried. I really tried. To move on. But Nanami - he's gone now, too. You're gone. Everyone is gone, Suguru."
The world blurs around him in a haze, his eyes dampening the cloth over them as he shudders, his hands cold as they drop the flowers to press at his face while he whispers, "But that thing walks around in your skin. It teases me. It -"
Gojo's mouth turns sour, the area around him static-y. His mind swirls, the wind brushing through his hair as he shudders out, "It haunts me."