@wormb0i : « Sensei, do the curses you absorb have a consciousness of their own ? Do they ever talk to you ? »
The anti-shepherd of trees - wind, detached dried leaves from the rustling branches and brought thousands of colors knocking by the gates and windows of Technical College. Behind the bars of modality that will lay him low for glory and honour heart soared to see the gladness in reflecting eye from morning until night where it could never be, powers can be repaid in blood or sanity. Wild men go through the wood by secret paths or stubbornly try to crush mountains with bare hands and nonsensically -- by skulls. With comfort of warmth from the coffee mug against his palms, their Sensei momentarily forgot about the rest of psychological questionnaires he tried to sort into relevant horde before his mentorship would start for this week. It reserved himself a half of halting minute before he would look at Itadori and then back and papers, '' That's quite a question. ''
Even more interesting is that it was brought by someone containing the source of evil sealed tightly within and presenting mortal danger no less. Thought as such did nothing but pass unwitting through the cloud of mind from time to time. Something in the South encampment of his rotten essential and innermost self made him ruminate about things from another point of view. Itadori's question felt like rally to weapontake but he always conversed fondly with a jovial young tiger with whom he shared a form of understanding under cover of darkness that connected them. He needed to be no authority to muster such a force than what he was blessed with by birthright.
A brief moment of pause was required to pick up enough words on how exactly should he express it. Was there even a way?
'' Sometimes, '' he drew in some oxygen and attempted to explain what crossed his mind from past experience, '' my control upon them is absolute - but even then there are times when I can feel rumbles deeply within, it's hard to say where because it's everywhere and nowhere at once. They have consciousness of their own but their existence is limited only to serve my will. If I remove that from them they are free to do as they please; awakened from hypnosis they never asked for. I always wondered how otherwordly laws work, maybe it's a jail and the curses are just prisoners behind bars, except there's nothing much to do. They roam but cannot run; only obey. ''
Isn't it ironic? That they cannot free themselves from my clutches like those humans they devoured couldn't from them?
'' And other times something within me reacts to other sources of great power, particularly to assemblage of cursed energy. I think it could be them but I'm not entirely sure either. It's like an unfathomable pull, I have urge to follow close and cling closer, it's also very self-destructive and dangerous if not contained. ''
