"do you know what I know about the way the time goes, how the time flows like a river, none the same but the same.(and nevertheless)no, because in order to know, you would have to be the LORD OF NOTHING."

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"do you regret this, regret me, SUKUNA, do you regret this and me? do you know how to see me as I am, whenever we are, near or far.or, to you, will I always be as I was?"

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI's chest seizes, her heart racing ever-quick (but not faster than a rabbit, rabbit-sick), and she trembles as her knees hit the snow and her jujutsu-shi uniform dissolves and reweaves itself into clothing appropriate for the time, the date, the year in HEIAN-KYO, though even this, she does not know...If she's succeeded yet.

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DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE TIME GOES, HOW THE TIME FLOWS, FUSHIGURO MEGUMI.

do you know where I have been and such things as I have seen to know that you know what I mean...WHEN I SAY THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS HOLY.if there were, the god above god would not have created a curse like me.

IF THERE WERE SUCH A THING AS GOD,she would not have created
such a thing as yuuji.

until she sees him. in all his four-armed glory.the curse marks wrap around his body like a serpent, like a cipher whose meaning MEGUMI has never quite understood. (even in the futures-past, such things have always eluded my grasp.)"SUKUNA," she gasps, body comvulsing with cold shakes and heavenly river quakes as MEGUMI once again defies fate. (to defy is to rewrite, reinscribe in the palimpsest. you knew me then. you who knew me best. )