[ She does, indeed, find him floating around in the zerograv of floor 24, and most fortuitously so— she arrives just as he reunites with his shadow, which seems like a fitting resolution to this entire chaotic affair with everyone's shadows separating over this past week, but when the shadow instead behaves like a void ready to engulf its owner, Sumina pushes off of the various architectural features of their hallway to propel herself in his and his shadow's direction. ]
That voice—?
[ It doesn't sound... like his? She shakes her head. It doesn't matter what the voice sounds like. It matters that the sound of it has rendered Gojo seemingly paralyzed. It really is a blessing that weightlessness is as far as the hallway goes as far as imitating wildspace, which allows Sumina to draw in a deep breath and then shout, louder than she has ever sounded before: ]
b for 'bayleaf this is so mean'
That voice—?
[ It doesn't sound... like his? She shakes her head. It doesn't matter what the voice sounds like. It matters that the sound of it has rendered Gojo seemingly paralyzed. It really is a blessing that weightlessness is as far as the hallway goes as far as imitating wildspace, which allows Sumina to draw in a deep breath and then shout, louder than she has ever sounded before: ]
Satoru! Don't listen to it!