Sukuna flings Toge across the landscape. 'It 's

your fault! '

he booms with his thunderstrike of a voice, reverberating off the metallic channels of trains like a concert hall. Toge is a storm drain swallowing the echo of violent acoustics, and Sukuna 's words follow him the way museum paintings ' eyes track visitors: everywhere he goes, he 's center stage. 'Yuu-Ji wouldn 't have needed to save you if you weren 't so

weak! '

Toge whams into a cargo container on the far side of the railyard, vision so wet with blood and tears he can 't even see stars. No one has to tell him he stands no chance against Sukuna. The best he can do is stall until Yuuji hopefully regains control of his body. A hill he 's more than willing to die on, if it wouldn 't kill Yuuji to see him dead.