[ Part of him knows it was a little cruel to say that, to tell Yuji something neither of them have any control over. Especially when Nanami is not going anywhere and Yuji will eventually have to go back home. He'll carry that with him going forward and Nanami is not sure if he just cursed him again with his words, feeling terrible for a moment that he let himself say it.

But Yuji sobs and presses closer and Nanami responds by holding him tighter, making sure he's that grounding force for Yuji when he feels so shattered right now. He continues to pet his hair, continues to give him what he thinks is comfort, hopes is comfort. ]

I know, but it was my time. Please don't blame yourself for my death. I'm... happier now.

[ His own feelings on his death are complicated. Some days he wakes up and can't get out of bed, the misery of it hitting him too acutely. Others, he feels reenergized and happy to be free from the things he was carrying while he was alive. But he can't let Yuji know that his feelings are mixed, can't burden Yuji with that knowledge.

So, he thinks of the positives. Being at the hotel, finding his peace, refinding his friendship with Gojo, being able to be here for Yuji again, meeting Charlie and their burgeoning relationship. These are all things he's happy about and would never have been able to accomplish if he were still alive. He is happy, in a way he never would have been as a sorcerer. ]

Just... remember me, okay? And live a long life. When it's over, we'll see each other again.