Jujutsu Kaisen - Orbiting a black hole

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Gojo Satoru was a god...

And that was the first time the expectations behind it really confronted him.

Why does God let evil continue to exist? Why doesn't God prevent natural disasters? Why doesn't God prevent global massacres? Why does God let so many people with such promising lives die? Why doesn't God save his children, his protected ones?

Why Kenny?

Wasn't there a god there to save him?

Because? Because? Why did he die?

Not even Satoru could answer that question when his own brain confronted him with it.

He healed the wounds enough for the boy to save himself, even made him conscious. He was sure that was able to help him in time. Good heavens, Kenny wasn't weak, he had good skills that made up for his lack of raw power, he knew what he was doing, he... Failed.

Not the Brazilian, couldn't imagine how this could be his fault, but the bearer of the six eyes just failed. Again.

The shapeshifter wasn't like Amanai, someone he'd only known for a short time and that no one except those who were with her in the moments near death cared about her existence. The boy was almost like Nanami and Haibara. He had known him since before these two had appeared in his life and somehow carried a similar feeling for him.

They were never close, but that bond with Uyara brought a bitter taste to his mouth.

In a way, that was the difference that made everything worse. Kenny died surrounded by people he loved, a family, friends and admirers, he took a piece of his heart from each of these bonds and their pain made him feel guilty. Because it was his fault, right?

If had paid more attention, if had devoted a little more time, if had tried a little more, if had teleported with the fellow doctor and not Kioku...

They said the healing work was poorly done. That the positive energy applied was converted into a corrupt and carcinogenic sum that started to attack the cells, reversing the regeneration effect and immensely aggravating the original damage.

In his defense, Gojo didn't even know this was possible, but Shoko found logic in the explanation, so apparently he wasn't in a position to object.

The shapeshifter was transferred to his own country when he began to show a drastic worsening the day after the curse hit and only died weeks later.

None of those who cared about the exchange student tried to curse him, they just stood there, on the other side of the world, regretting the loss and attributing so much disappointment to him that he didn't know how to handle it very well.

His companions, the ones who were talking about the trip with Yaga-sensei when his eagerness to steal the friend there interrupted the meeting, remained in Japan. Dealing with grief around here.

Those who study Kyoto became distant, easily distracted, and stamped an almost palpable sadness. Layla-sensei lost the arrogant and proud posture she always had, she was crestfallen, cold, she blamed him with absolute certainty, but she also seemed to blame herself and that kept her from cursing him with more than murderous looks on her oriental face.

Now Kioku...

The friend apparently did not share that strong sentimentality that her people seemed to have as a common thing. She was more at ease with the idea of ​​death, accepted it better, understood it in a way that would allow her not to fall apart if all her bonds were destroyed. This was just in theory, of course, but it seemed to be effective in ensuring she would move on more easily.