[There's a lot to think about, here. First and foremost being that Gojo doesn't seem to know who Choso is. At all. Choso, who had been one of the many things they had argued over, because Felwinter hated the way Gojo refused to treat him like a human. One of the many things Gojo refused to compromise on, because the trauma and the anger that went with it were still fresh for him.
Time is not linear. He knows this well. But the implications of this are... unpleasant. Is there also a twisted, feral Gojo still held somewhere in Patho-Gen's labs? Does this one remember nothing because he had been snatched from an earlier point in time?
He doesn't bring these concerns up. Not yet. He needs more time to mull them over.]
The mountain was a strategically advantageous location. It was safe. And being alone was... uncomplicated. I miss it sometimes. I'm not used to living like this.
[A gesture with one hand, meant to encompass the house in its entirety.]
But I also made a vow when I first agreed to our imprint. That I would watch your back as you were watching mine. As an equal. I remained in the city because of you, and not because you forced me to. If I wanted to leave, there's nothing you could do to stop me.
[Which may have been exactly what triggered that argument in the first place...]
You also told me that, were you ever offered a second chance with him, you would leave in a heartbeat. Rest assured that I am under no illusions.
[ Choso hadn’t yet traumatised Gojo in this timeline, but that wouldn’t have altered Gojo’s view of curses. To him, they weren’t human; they were born from negative emotions and suffering, existing solely to harm people. Even intelligent curses that mimic human thought lack true morality or empathy, and Gojo understands this well. A curse having emotions or ideals doesn’t make it human any more than a talking weapon would.
Still, Gojo’s overwhelming strength isolates him; seeing nothing as a threat, he often resorts to mockery and emotional detachment. So perhaps this place humbled him, if it allowed him to see Choso as something more than just another curse.
Felwinter's concerns about a monstrous version of Gojo being held in some facility, somewhere, are probably kept to himself right now... Considering Gojo would want to find said place and burn it to the ground. Not now, but maybe after his corruption was more dominant. ]
Hm, not used to living like this, but you stayed, so that alone tells me you must like something about it. I admit, it wouldn't have been my first choice either, but... It looks pretty cosy, relaxing.
[ Ah, so they had an imprint, did they? That explains it a little. You can see it visibly dawn on Gojo then. Felwinter meant something more to his previous incarnation here, and they'd had that connection ripped away from them, only to be replaced with a slate wiped clean of any memories.
It fucking hurts.
Gojo knows a similar pain. He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy. Reaching out then, to place a gentle hand upon Felwinter's shoulder, dropping his bravado and bluster when next he spoke. ]
Fel, I'm sorry. Acting like this is all a big joke when clearly you're hurting. I wish I knew what we'd been through together. The ups, the downs, but I don't... That doesn't mean I don't want to know. If I told you about him, then I must have trusted you without doubt. I don't talk to anyone about Suguru, so that's proof enough that you were special to me.
[ He looks mournful then, feeling the loss of something he didn't even know he'd been missing. ]
I'd like to start over. Get to know you and let you get to know me, what do you say? Don't leave me hanging, man.
[ There's a sort of nervousness in his tone then, vulnerability he never shows, not even used to feeling, as he holds out his hand for the other. ]
[It does hurt, but Felwinter has no one to blame for that but himself. The first incarnation of Gojo had called the imprint a "tactical advantage", but it had quickly become more than either of them had bargained for. And here he is, on the verge of making that mistake all over again.
Gojo offers a hand, and with it a second chance, and that hurts more, he thinks. An aching pressure in his chest that he doesn't know what to do with. And he almost takes it — the hand, the chance — but his own hand stalls in mid-air when the boiling kettle demands his attention.
His turning away isn't meant as a rejection, though it might seem like it.]
If you took everything seriously, you wouldn't be Gojo Satoru. But this is something that you should take seriously. Not for my sake, but for yours. An imprint is a commitment, and it's not something you can escape from easily once done.
[And considering how much Gojo had liked to complain about the emotional vulnerability and the actually having to care about people... perhaps it would be better for him to properly think it through.]
In any case, you shouldn't offer it so casually. Go and find somewhere to sit. I'll bring the tea.
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Time is not linear. He knows this well. But the implications of this are... unpleasant. Is there also a twisted, feral Gojo still held somewhere in Patho-Gen's labs? Does this one remember nothing because he had been snatched from an earlier point in time?
He doesn't bring these concerns up. Not yet. He needs more time to mull them over.]
The mountain was a strategically advantageous location. It was safe. And being alone was... uncomplicated. I miss it sometimes. I'm not used to living like this.
[A gesture with one hand, meant to encompass the house in its entirety.]
But I also made a vow when I first agreed to our imprint. That I would watch your back as you were watching mine. As an equal. I remained in the city because of you, and not because you forced me to. If I wanted to leave, there's nothing you could do to stop me.
[Which may have been exactly what triggered that argument in the first place...]
You also told me that, were you ever offered a second chance with him, you would leave in a heartbeat. Rest assured that I am under no illusions.
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Still, Gojo’s overwhelming strength isolates him; seeing nothing as a threat, he often resorts to mockery and emotional detachment. So perhaps this place humbled him, if it allowed him to see Choso as something more than just another curse.
Felwinter's concerns about a monstrous version of Gojo being held in some facility, somewhere, are probably kept to himself right now... Considering Gojo would want to find said place and burn it to the ground. Not now, but maybe after his corruption was more dominant. ]
Hm, not used to living like this, but you stayed, so that alone tells me you must like something about it. I admit, it wouldn't have been my first choice either, but... It looks pretty cosy, relaxing.
[ Ah, so they had an imprint, did they? That explains it a little. You can see it visibly dawn on Gojo then. Felwinter meant something more to his previous incarnation here, and they'd had that connection ripped away from them, only to be replaced with a slate wiped clean of any memories.
It fucking hurts.
Gojo knows a similar pain. He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy. Reaching out then, to place a gentle hand upon Felwinter's shoulder, dropping his bravado and bluster when next he spoke. ]
Fel, I'm sorry. Acting like this is all a big joke when clearly you're hurting. I wish I knew what we'd been through together. The ups, the downs, but I don't... That doesn't mean I don't want to know. If I told you about him, then I must have trusted you without doubt. I don't talk to anyone about Suguru, so that's proof enough that you were special to me.
[ He looks mournful then, feeling the loss of something he didn't even know he'd been missing. ]
I'd like to start over. Get to know you and let you get to know me, what do you say? Don't leave me hanging, man.
[ There's a sort of nervousness in his tone then, vulnerability he never shows, not even used to feeling, as he holds out his hand for the other. ]
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Gojo offers a hand, and with it a second chance, and that hurts more, he thinks. An aching pressure in his chest that he doesn't know what to do with. And he almost takes it — the hand, the chance — but his own hand stalls in mid-air when the boiling kettle demands his attention.
His turning away isn't meant as a rejection, though it might seem like it.]
If you took everything seriously, you wouldn't be Gojo Satoru. But this is something that you should take seriously. Not for my sake, but for yours. An imprint is a commitment, and it's not something you can escape from easily once done.
[And considering how much Gojo had liked to complain about the emotional vulnerability and the actually having to care about people... perhaps it would be better for him to properly think it through.]
In any case, you shouldn't offer it so casually. Go and find somewhere to sit. I'll bring the tea.