Lately I've been playing with the idea of Sukuna's internal dialogue unfolding like lines of poetry. Whether you see him as a poet or as someone that simply enjoyed the craft. I wouldn't think his inner speech is always this way, possibly only when something (or someone) has interested him, and poetry is genuinely the closest to describe the way his mind processes moments worthy of acknowledgement, even if only within his own thoughts.
This is beautiful and I love you and you're so right okay















