How are you going to let yourself be used like that, Suguru?
Suguru Geto was long dead by the time he heard that voice again—the voice that had been one he clung to and adored for all of his adolescence. It was that voice that stirred something in whatever remained of his soul. There was no other person it could have been, not really; the answer had always been and would always be Satoru Gojo.
The question spurred something, enough that he tried to fight back, tried to stop his own body. But then Suguru Geto was gone again.