[If she was worried Sukuna would take offense to that sort of sentiment, she didn't need to worry. It was difficult to say if he had always adored her as much as he did now, or if her accepting his old position had only worsened his affection for her. It had been a tragedy, to see her as her shrine slowly faded from human memory. How could anyone knowing where she had come from and how she had worked so tirelessly to complete all her duties not like her?

Frowning slightly, Sukuna leaned back from the table.]

So it's fine to assume the ill will I've amassed, but not the good will? It's not a burden or an obligation to be friends with a friend of someone you already cared for.

[The rest of it, however, he didn't have as good an argument against. Instead he nudged their knees together in commiseration, quiet for a moment as if to pay respect to the humans who had loved and tried to stay with Okakou.]

Very few things can last forever without changing. You can't take it as a failing anymore than the shore can be blamed for eroding into the ocean.