He feels ill stood outside a very familiar wooden door.

It 's a different sort of ill than the ones curses force his stomach to roil with; than the nausea he gets from consuming them and then puking after; than the sheer desolation he 's felt every time he 's broken down in front of someone in the last mess of a year.

Pulling his lips in between his teeth, Suguru raises a fist to knock, watching it hover above shut door as he stands frozen.

'It 's just Yaga 's office, '

he thinks, a beat of sweat dripping down his neck.

'It 's just Yaga. '

It 's that thought that 's making him feel ill.

'I think it would be more believable if he got the pieces partly separated, ' Shoko had said to them, an hour before. 'And because I think he 's probably still mad at me. If it looks like it was your own idea to go to him and apologize, maybe have a little breakdown, you 'll seem guilty- which is great, because it 'll feel genuine. '