Ah.

[Now that he heard that rebuttal, Sukuna was aware of how rude and condescending it must have sounded, how much like the old guard that he had tried to escape. A god wasn't truly a god until they had a certain amount of followers or were a certain level of powerful or had a decent number of retainers.

He let his hands fall to his sides as he leaned away from her, feeling like they had been far too close for far too long.]

You're right, I'm sorry.

[Which sounded weak to his own ears, but Okakou was always stronger and more resilient than him in more ways than one. The warmth from her well wishes and blessings felt like it was ebbing and he mostly felt tired and wrung out.]

Then in that case, please don't worry about me. I don't have any troubles that you should be concerned about.