Nanami spends the time to read everything Inumaki writes before responding. It's a slow way to converse, but he's grateful for it. Glad to have this conversation and gain more insight to how Inumaki views his circumstances and the world they are from. His face is serious as he reads. It's a grim assessment of how aware they all are of the way the world views them.

And. Oh. Nanami's face is a brick wall, after the lines about Inumaki's existence and how little people care if they live or die, but however much time has passed for Okkatsu since Shibuya, it's less than however long Nanami was dead before he came to Folkmore. It's immensely difficult not to frown, not to give anything away. Yet with how much Inumaki has pinned their hopes on getting Gojo unsealed, as though that will solve all their problems, Nanami doesn't have the heart to tell them what he knows.

Let them have that hope and that faith in Gojo. At least until Nanami has been here long enough that they're ready for the news. As much as it breaks his heart, it shows how much they truly are kids.

"I could refute their logic toward your existence," Nanami says, "You'll exorcise more curses if they let you train up fully. They won't listen to logic, and it won't make a difference in your life." His teeth grind together.

"I am glad for all Gojo has done for you. I wish it only mattered when it came to the fight, but he put his influence to good use. Everything changed the moment he was sealed in Shibuya," Nanami sighs. Gojo was never going to be around forever. They need to develop ways to advocate for and manage for themselves. Somehow. "We can't do anything about unsealing Gojo here, just as we cannot do anything about jujutsu society. But I am here, however I can help."

It's a paltry statement. "You are all excellent sorcerers."