The exchange event is over.

Itadori drags his feet, lifelessly, and if not for Todo pulling him by the arm and beckoning him along, he probably would 've still been crumpled on the ground, sobbing on a near-infinite loop. Every step he takes feels heavy, weighed down by an unfathomable amount of guilt. He lost you. This time, he really,

really

lost you.

'what if you never come back? How is he supposed to live with himself? How is he supposed to wake up every day knowing that he 'll never see you again?

He doesn 't know the answer to any of those questions, so instead, he just cries.

'We 'll find her, Yuji, ' Gojo says, but his voice lacks its usual laidback, self-assured tone, and it does little to soothe Itadori 's aching heart. 'She isn 't dead. If that cursed spirit went to the trouble of taking her with them, then it means their goal was to capture her, not end her life. She 's still out there. I 'm sure of it. '