[Being on this train, surrounded by people and creatures from various worlds, has been an unusual experience for Satoru. His eyes, normally able to read cursed energy at only a glance, are limited here. Plenty of people emanate various forms of energy and power, but Satoru cannot always see the source for what it is — cannot always identify how strong a person may be, or what they may be able to accomplish.
Anakin is not necessarily an exception: Satoru doesn't sense cursed energy within him. He cannot read him as he would an opponent from his world, nor can he conceive of the breadth of his potential. But Satoru can see something within him, a source of undefined power that exists beyond his understanding. It would be impossible for him to give it shape or label, but he recognizes that it's there.
But that isn't what takes his attention. In looking at Anakin, he notices a particularity that is unusual even among those he's met on this train so far. He discovers a sense of limitlessness — one that he recognizes not because of his Six Eyes, but because Satoru Gojo himself exists within the absence of limits.
It's only a glimpse, but Satoru feels like the chose the correct candidate for this reward.
He pushes off the pillar, grinning in response to both the salute and the suggestion that he'd be handing out dogs as prizes. It's the kind of move that Satoru might make for kicks, but he has something else in mind, so both Anakin and the dogs are spared.]
Nah, I got something better than that.
["Better" is debatable, because Satoru doesn't have any belongings other than his blindfold and shades. What he ends up pulling out of his pocket is a single wrapped mint that he took from the dining car. He holds it up.]
Your prize is my undivided attention. [Exciting, isn't it?] And this!
[He tosses the mint at Anakin.
Satoru's supply of sweets is extremely limited and he has no plans on looping back to the dining car any time soon, as he needs to continue forward to follow the traces of cursed energy he recognizes. Given Satoru's reliance on sweets to appease his cravings and keep himself energized, this is actually a grand gesture. But it is just a mint...]
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Anakin is not necessarily an exception: Satoru doesn't sense cursed energy within him. He cannot read him as he would an opponent from his world, nor can he conceive of the breadth of his potential. But Satoru can see something within him, a source of undefined power that exists beyond his understanding. It would be impossible for him to give it shape or label, but he recognizes that it's there.
But that isn't what takes his attention. In looking at Anakin, he notices a particularity that is unusual even among those he's met on this train so far. He discovers a sense of limitlessness — one that he recognizes not because of his Six Eyes, but because Satoru Gojo himself exists within the absence of limits.
It's only a glimpse, but Satoru feels like the chose the correct candidate for this reward.
He pushes off the pillar, grinning in response to both the salute and the suggestion that he'd be handing out dogs as prizes. It's the kind of move that Satoru might make for kicks, but he has something else in mind, so both Anakin and the dogs are spared.]
Nah, I got something better than that.
["Better" is debatable, because Satoru doesn't have any belongings other than his blindfold and shades. What he ends up pulling out of his pocket is a single wrapped mint that he took from the dining car. He holds it up.]
Your prize is my undivided attention. [Exciting, isn't it?] And this!
[He tosses the mint at Anakin.
Satoru's supply of sweets is extremely limited and he has no plans on looping back to the dining car any time soon, as he needs to continue forward to follow the traces of cursed energy he recognizes. Given Satoru's reliance on sweets to appease his cravings and keep himself energized, this is actually a grand gesture. But it is just a mint...]