So he died for it, Goro thinks. And though a large part of him says good, fuck him, the core of him sets the blame where it belongs: on Shido, and on that woman. Even if part of him is a little jealous of that kid.

"I never thought of women requesting mental shutdowns," he murmurs quietly, reaching to slide an arm around Ren's waist. "In my head they were always only men. Sexist of me, I suppose."

Not half. Ann would kill him. And Haru would look down at her tea.