[ An almost-curious glance and a beat in which Yuta rolls the candy over his tongue again, contemplative, at that admission. He decides to expend the effort to corral his murky thoughts to a future he does not know yet, can only speculate upon with what little he does know, before he offers it to someone who might not really deserve to know when he'd arguably stood in opposition of it before. ]

Not yet, but I think it will. The Elders are gone and not much of the three clans remain. Things will have to change now. We're all that's left.

[ The inheritors of Gojo's will; his hopes and dreams for a better future where no sorcerer will have to fight alone again. ]