He laughed like a child would. A freeing, loud catharsis of breath, from one unburdened by judgement.
“ That might be it. I'd prefer to be different. Oh, but I imagine you weren't given the luxury of such a choice, were you? ”
the end goal being? ❪ the questions would only continue ... ❫ to open someone up, look inside and see what they're made of. you've done it before, you'll do it again.
is it entertainment 'cause you're screwed in the head or ... ?
Evolution is haphazard. But these chance, often silly mutations, do serve some broader purpose.
What's chaotic to some is orderly to others.
So, truthfully, I can't answer either way. What will trust me, will trust me. What will escape me, will escape me.
It's quite funny.
You're asking a lot of questions. I do admire curiosity, but one can't help but wonder if it's personal.
Got some history with this sort of thing, have you?
⋆ that doesn't meet at least one of its characteristic criteria. In other words, dear wretch of mine... ”
He hooked an eerily tender finger below their chin, to coax that undesired attention back towards himself.
“ ... Try not to let it get to you. ”
Words had meaning. To anyone even the faintest bit acquainted with jujutsu, the adage "sticks and stones" was comical. As one of its oldest, not to mention vilest practitioners, Kenjaku knew the anguish even tedious, common words could inflict on others.
“ I'm not, really. ” ⋆
a visible vain could be seen popping from his forehead —- how can one be so irritating from basically just existing ? he'll never know. choso scoffs, 'unbothered' apparently so.
" wretched thing, huh ? actin' like you're any better .. "
⋆ Insulting as his offspring had meant to be, he couldn't fault their reasoning. Kenjaku's smile widened wolfishly.
“ Wretched is an interesting word. It has so many connotations, I don't think you could find a single person in this small, unsalvageable jujutsu world ⋆
“ I did say almost. ” That smile haunted them now, its quiet, confident condescension waiting with patience. Patience was a game Kenjaku knew intimately well.
“ After all, who could forget such a wretched thing? ”
“ Oh. It's you. ” Noritōshi Kamo, Kaori Itadori, Suguru Getō... whatever that thing was, smiled perfunctorily, the remark like a weak breeze.
“ I'd almost forgotten you were still around. ”