[There is a moment, just before Satoru turns away, where he pauses. He hears those words, spoken in that tone, and he thinks of a time long ago, when he asked Suguru to explain himself — to tell him why. He wore nothing over his eyes back then — no blindfold, no shades. He looked at Suguru without anything between them, and searched for a reason.
He thinks about how, years later, he found Suguru in an alleyway, preparing for death. He wore nothing over his eyes then, either. He looked at Suguru without anything between them, and took his life.
Satoru hooks a finger in his blindfold and pulls it down.
He looks at Suguru without anything between them —
and sees nothing.
He smiles at the darkness before him, and with the weight of yet another parting on his shoulders, he finally turns.
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He thinks about how, years later, he found Suguru in an alleyway, preparing for death. He wore nothing over his eyes then, either. He looked at Suguru without anything between them, and took his life.
Satoru hooks a finger in his blindfold and pulls it down.
He looks at Suguru without anything between them —
and sees nothing.
He smiles at the darkness before him, and with the weight of yet another parting on his shoulders, he finally turns.
With a wave, he says:]
Say hi to Ryomen Sukuna for me.
[And makes his way out of the hall.]