[his black bird eyes are fixated on the dream fight below them, taking in every single detail, admiring the brute force that is Gojo. they all have the potential for terrible violence - a skill Suguru has perfected over the years - still there's something about watching dream Gojo that makes his heart ache.]

Still trying to find the easy way, are we? You really haven't changed that much. If you keep that up, you'll force me to become your super-ego and give you a scolding that will make your ears ring.

[a sideways glance, a sly smile, something having caught his attention more than the symphony of violence below.]

Are you though, Satoru? Fighting your maker?