(POV: Jogo)
He had died.
It had happened in a flash, without him even realizing his death the moment it happened, yet Jogo knew.
He had heard them. Sukuna's last words to him. He remembered sharing his regrets to Hanami and Dagon.
Sukuna had explained it to him, hadn't he?
That Jogo had been too Human? Filled with ideas of Hope and Camaraderie. That he had never let his nature let loose as he should have?
That, despite being one of the most powerful curses... he could have been more.
...
Did he regret it?
His entire existence?
His early years as a newborn curse?
His patience as he grew in Power?
His loyalty to his nature?
When had he changed? Was it when he met the curse of the forest?
When he started... walking through the Human's cities instead of burning them down?
...
When he saw Jujutsu Sorcerers exorcise his Kin? When had this... jealousy of Humanity taken hold? When had he started wanting to be... Human?
Jogo's face didn't change as he contemplated those matters. His lone eye darted around, seemingly scanning the vast white expanse.
Hanami and Dagon... he had seen them. Heard them. Yet they were gone now.
'This... is what Sukuna meant. This poison...'
A curse should not feel the way he did. He should not yearn for comrades or hope.
'But... i cannot help it. I wish to see them again. That my dream may be accomplished.'
He did not regret it.
The strange bonds he had formed were something he cherished, even if they had been born out of common cause.
If anything... he regretted being born a Curse. This cruel existence forcing his power and development to halt... because of hope and dreams.
'If only i had been human.'
His entire Argument... his cause... had been created out of empty words. That Curses were the true Humans, for they wore their nature on their sleeve.
'I really am a Hypocrite.'
Jogo kept walking, his cane making soft noises against the ground.
He had talked about true nature, when he had repressed himself. Yet, he felt as though he did not regret it. Hypocritical like those Humans.
Jogo stopped walking. 'This is...'
Like paint, the white expanse had slowly started to fill out, dark colors shaping the contours of a room. Or perhaps a Corridor. Yet the manifestation of color paused the moment he stopped walking.
His eye darted around, taking in the contrast between the white expanse and slabs of color. Should he keep walking? There was nothing else to do after all? Should he change direction?
You should have burned everything in your path. You didn't even try.
The words resonated in his mind like an Accusation.
'Why is it... why can i not have a Purpose...?' Why did his existence as a Curse had to be so empty?
Empty.
Like the vast expanse behind him.
Jogo resumed his walk, his eye transfixed on the walls manifesting like someone dropping color onto his world.
Noise now echoed. The walls were decorated. Someone seemed to be talking. An AC seemed to be running.
'The after life of a Curse really is strange...'
Despite himself, Jogo couldn't stop that mirthful thought. He now stood in front of a door.
He hesitated, momentarily looking back the way he came.
'Looks like i don't have a choice.'
The white expanse was gone. The corridor behind him had closed into a pathway, doors left and right.
Should he decide? Open a door of his own choosing?
Jogo turned back to the door he stood in front of.
'Bah. No point in making decisions you don't know the end of.'
He opened the door.