[ She grows bashful for a moment. Normally, she wasn’t supposed to tell other people about this — the organization she was with weren’t recognized by the government, and they usually got into trouble when civilians would see them running around with swords.

But … this was hell, after all. How much stranger could this get for Itadori, who’s constantly surrounded by Oni anyway? She wonders about the kinds of stories he’s heard, or the things he’s seen here.

Maybe his life hadn’t exactly been normal, too? ]

I … was born during a time when demons would attack humans. Well, I guess I should say, humans were turned into demons that would then attack humans. Sometimes the demons would be nice and not want to kill anyone, though! I made some friends who were like that... [ like nezuko, or yushiro, who had helped them so much. ]

I was part of a group that stopped the demons who were mean to people. And in the end we were able to fix everything, I think.

[ There’s a small smile on her face now, bitter sweet as she idly keeps eating her fries. She hadn’t been much help back then, she feels — getting in the way, dying with Iguro-san, wrapped in his arms. she has to ignore the pang these thoughts give her: the way that envisioning iguro’s face, and their last words together, make her feel.

She quickly eats a handful of fries to distract herself, with a pout. When she’s done chewing them, swallowing, she continues: ]

A-anyways… Sorry if that’s kind of strange. I know most people don’t know about demons, or fighting them.

It’s a little funny though, since that seems to be what you’re doing here, in a way. I guess it’s just kind of what enma just does in general, too.

[ suuuper ironic, huh?