Remember: everything Satoru Gojo and Suguru Getou says is made up.

For praise, for love, for glory, Satoru and Suguru would do anything. There's nothing they would stop at to maintain what is theirs, what they've claimed as their own. When you begin to stray, they're no longer rational or practical. Their emotions are all-consuming, like a horrible parasite that has leached onto them to drain them of their pragmatism. Their hands are coated in the blood of their classmates, their screams and petrified faces forever etched into their minds. And it's all for you. All of it.