" eventually you'll see i'm not worth it. " gojoo :>>
there was a time when he would have agreed. a deadly combination of immaturity alongside the absolute power that his teenage self had been completely drunk on, gojo had held very little empathy for both humans and curses alike. in most cases, humans were worse in his eyes. curses are created from the festering emotions of mankind, in no way having a choice for what they are. humans do and yet, he’s seen them commit the worst depravity, selfish beings that they are. a fleeting thought of obliterating them all had crossed his mind, once — ( should we kill these guys ? ) he had once asked a friend of his...
the world will never accept curses. he's had his fair share of watching and even sorcerers will throw their own away. what room is there for curses, amalgamations of negative emotions that resonate in people ? and it's because of his intimate understanding of being alone that he is extending his hand to others, tossed aside and rejected by all. he can't help adopting the strays. a small grin emerges, soft and genuine as fingers ruffle the top of her head, annoyingly continuous. it's meant to intentionally make a mess of her hair.
❝ ha! you're so pessimistic for a curse ! ❞ hand returns into his pocket, the other hiding behind his back offers the plastic bag of sweets to her that he's picked up from all over tokyo. ❝ i can only save those who want to be saved, rize. that's what you wanted, isn't it ? you're worth it. ❞
i believe in you, rize ( @glutosus ) .
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