Said with the soul | Accepting
Someone so strong and capable even after a short time of being awakened. Megumi knew so little about him as it was Itadori who had the initial encounter, but if he was willing to fight alongside the rest of them, there was something there in that cold and vacant exterior.
He's seen the other fight, he felt every single hit while his body was not his own. Some of them still ached to this day when he moved a little too fast or twisted out of place.
A price for his lack of control.
Sometimes he wondered if he could be judged like Itadori must have been in their fight. Not the King of Curses who was inhabiting his body, himself-Megumi Fushiguro. He wondered what he would say when placed upon a stand, would he consider himself innocent or guilty with the lives he took.
Was it him, or Sukuna that was guilty at the end of the day?
Everyone seemed to think it wasn't his fault, but it was something that gave him nightmares to this very day. He didn't need to bother others with it, he should be grateful that some of these people are even alive again, speaking to him, even if floating day to day felt like a dream too good to be true.
"I'm glad you survived. I get the feeling you're like me in a way, wanting to leave this world in a valiant way so your final memories are fond. Maybe I'm wrong, and you just want an escape."
"Either way, please continue to live, Mr. Higuruma."
He could never bring himself to ask something like this were it not for the curse, something so selfish.