[ This should be expected, but he tries to stab Belial with a dagger, specifically in the liver. ]
That's difficult... I'd let Suguru curse me for as long as I live.
[ He says that, but it isn't like he has control over it.
The strongest curse is love itself, love that lingers after people are gone... Love with nowhere to grow, to fester into grief, to haunt them and their dreams. How is he going to make that promise? He's already toiled in it—a memory of his friends dying, of Suguru running the marathon but falling behind... Looking behind him to see a blanket of corpses, a bleak future where he struggles to uphold a promise woven out of this curse placed on him. ]
You'll have to rip it out of me!
[ WHY IS A PATHETIC YEARNING GAY TRYING TO COAX HIM ]
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That's difficult... I'd let Suguru curse me for as long as I live.
[ He says that, but it isn't like he has control over it.
The strongest curse is love itself, love that lingers after people are gone... Love with nowhere to grow, to fester into grief, to haunt them and their dreams. How is he going to make that promise? He's already toiled in it—a memory of his friends dying, of Suguru running the marathon but falling behind... Looking behind him to see a blanket of corpses, a bleak future where he struggles to uphold a promise woven out of this curse placed on him. ]
You'll have to rip it out of me!
[ WHY IS A PATHETIC YEARNING GAY TRYING TO COAX HIM ]