plenty of inchidents

you ever imagine being this lonely person. you're utterly bored in life, maybe even with a sense of existential boredom within, and none of your peers understand that. until one day, you finally come in contact with this guy.

from the moment you meet, you know that you are going to have to kill him when the day comes.

yet, for the first time, you find someone who's just like you, or at least you like to think that he's just like you. he enjoys the challenges you bring into his life, because underneath it all, he is also a bored man. you two are soulmates in a certain sense, perhaps, but neither of you will truly realize and accept this until it's too late.

and soon enough for you - and not soon enough for him - it has become too late. he dies before you and you watch the light fade from his eyes. you kill him without a bit of remorse, and you've known that you would be doing this from the very first day. he knew it too. you get him dead, even when you could've spared him. in one version of the story, you ignored him when he -- in his own way -- asked you to consider picking a different road. you kill him.

and so for the years that follow, you wander ahead in your life like some kind of living dead. you try again to find someone like the guy who saved you from boredom. and yet everyone you find is an insufficient substitute, nothing like the one you had. you can find no one like him anymore. do you regret your action now? even if you do, you don't realize that. you still cannot realize anything.

isn't that tragic?

......

oh yeah, and lawlight is tragic too I guess

In the furthest reaches of his head, he preserves a room full of Suguru, barely furnished but nonetheless overflowing, the interior blue and all-encompassing as the ocean, but as much as it’s a doorless room, it’s also a roomless door. There is nothing to keep the tide in.

or, Satoru Gojo wakes up to his own wedding