[ Ah, he's... right. For everything they made Gojo bear upon himself in life and in death, it would be good... if she could remember him from now on as Satoru, and not someone monstrous. Not a puppet she strung together, but a precious old friend.

She takes a deep breath and hums, closing her eyes with a faint, wistful smile on her lips. Recalling how she'd seen him those weeks ago, and how she'd seen him just a few days ago. Instead of how she'd last seen him, as she'd been reminded by her card. ]

...Mm. Yeah. Satoru, who was an annoying classmate, and an even more annoying colleague, but... he really did care about everyone in his own way. He probably would have pestered you endlessly, you know, Yi Sang.

[ But. She offers this fondly. ]