Geto wakes up.
Geto wakes up and feels vibration. Or something like that. The forehead feels the bandage, the head feels strangely empty. Nearby as if a motor is buzzing. Geto carefully opens his eyes.
Nanami leans over him. "Hey you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?"
Or someone like Nanami, because Nanami would never smile that sly and would never wear a frog hat, and would never lost an eye, and would never quote Skyrim while pressing a frighteningly large rifle to the temple of a national - no, international criminal.
I'm finally in hell, decides Geto. I deserved it.
Ijichi laughs somewhere very close.
Only then something in Geto's brain clicks hard enough to realize that he is in the back seat of a car. And he can't move and feel his cursed energy at all because of some kind of technique - no, a barrier? Probably. No thoughts, head empty.
"The last thing you remember?"
Oh, he remembers too many things to forget. Or to be forgotten by everyone around.
"Leave him alone, Nanami. Although I can't boast of such an experience but, in my opinion, it is rather difficult to remember something without a quarter of the brain."
That was quite rude, to be honest.
"Although all managers are taught the art of interrogation and subtle psychological manipulation, Shoko still has a better chance."
Something moves in Geto's stomach. Fear maybe. Regrets. He doesn't want to see Shoko. Nanami was enough.
Something hurts inside because of the mention of Shoko, though. Does she still smoke her cheap cigarettes and use Satoru's glasses as an ashtray?
The car stops. Oh, he must have croaked it out loud. What a shame.
Ijichi finally shows up from behind the front seat. Even if he doesn't have cardinal changes in appearance, somehow he frightens even more than Nanami.
"You want to talk about it?"
No. No, he doesn't. Not now. Dear god, help.
"Stop, you're scaring him!" The fearsome rifle finally disappears but not the cold smirk .
"Well, in vain. Shoko is unlikely to be so polite."
Whatever. Shoko's really a better option.
"You know." Nanami's gaze warms slightly for no reason. "I think Gojo will be fine. Thanks to this rejected by society genius..."
A nod towards the driver's seat.
"...and his amazing technique of exchanging information using blinking and Morse code..."
"Kiss my ass."
"...we learned the password for the Prison Realm and that Gojo spent about several days there. However, we can not free him without your cursed energy, thanks to that asshole Monk Genshin."
"Right. Now, you see, Ijichi and I can't guarantee that you won't try to escape. Also, we are not so good medics to try to take a sample of cursed energy from a user who has it blocked. Thus, now we are going to Shoko Ieri, like damn captain Wrongel and his team in pursuit of the main prize of the regatta."
"He means trying not to die and go too crazy in the process."
"And being positive. I don’t usually give advice to my former senpais but today, perhaps, I’ll make an exception. Try to look at things positively too. Because your future life - yes, life - is unlikely to be full of joy and pleasure."
"Well, who's between us is intimidating now, huh?"
"Oh, shut up. I'm just trying to mentally prepare him for a class reunion. Not considering his son, though."
"Ijichi-kun, play something heart-warming."
"Hold on. Crowded House maybe?"
It would be better if it was hell.