[ Not so long ago, any of those outcomes that Nanami anticipates would have been more than likely, but the value of the time that he's spent at this hotel has been immeasurable, in ways he often doesn't realize, until they are put to the test. Like it is now, when a dear friend is in need, showing a sort of emotional vulnerability they can rarely afford. Now, it's near unthinkable that Gojo would brush this off as anything less than the grave truth that it is. Nanami...died. Nanami died, and Gojo wasn't there to do anything about it.
He exhales softly, quietly, his fingers gripping the fabric of Nanami's cardigan tight. ]
...Yeah. I'm sorry, too.
[ It's just as he always tells his students. Sorcerers never die without regrets. They never die without unfinished business, without words unsaid, promises unmade. Nanami knows this, too; they accept it as a part of what's asked of them. Yet even so, with whatever reached out to his spirit after death, he...chose to come here. In spite of those regrets, he chose to seize a little more life, for however long he chooses to, however long he can. He made a choice for himself, and nothing makes his senpai prouder than that. ]
I'm really glad you're here, Nanami.
[ He'd been glad before, even if he hadn't expressed it in quite so many words, because for all the wonderful connections he's made since arriving, no one quite understands the demands of being a sorcerer like a sorcerer themselves. Now he knows they have to cherish their time together all the more, that this is the only place their friendship still bears both halves. They won't...have the chance to again back home.
...If Gojo even gets unsealed this century, but that's something he can worry about later. ]
...Guess I better get my ass out of that box, huh.
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He exhales softly, quietly, his fingers gripping the fabric of Nanami's cardigan tight. ]
...Yeah. I'm sorry, too.
[ It's just as he always tells his students. Sorcerers never die without regrets. They never die without unfinished business, without words unsaid, promises unmade. Nanami knows this, too; they accept it as a part of what's asked of them. Yet even so, with whatever reached out to his spirit after death, he...chose to come here. In spite of those regrets, he chose to seize a little more life, for however long he chooses to, however long he can. He made a choice for himself, and nothing makes his senpai prouder than that. ]
I'm really glad you're here, Nanami.
[ He'd been glad before, even if he hadn't expressed it in quite so many words, because for all the wonderful connections he's made since arriving, no one quite understands the demands of being a sorcerer like a sorcerer themselves. Now he knows they have to cherish their time together all the more, that this is the only place their friendship still bears both halves. They won't...have the chance to again back home.
...If Gojo even gets unsealed this century, but that's something he can worry about later. ]
...Guess I better get my ass out of that box, huh.