He’s just indulging himself in life’s small pleasures.

It certainly feels like indulgence when Joker hits him with a Eigaon that sends him flying back onto the train tracks.

“You wouldn’t know hard work if it slapped you across the face," Niijima says. "You wouldn’t last a day on this side of it."

She must know which of his buttons she’s pressing. By now Sae could probably hit his weaknesses with pinpoint accuracy. Even if there are some things he’s kept hidden away from her, from everyone, certain things — certain traits — refuse to be concealed.

Goro feels that familiar itch bubble up to his throat.

“Is that so?” Goro asks, “I wouldn’t last a day?”

They’re at a club that Shido owns (under a different name, mind you), to meet potential clients or business partners or whatever the fuck term Shido decides on using this time. It’s all meaningless to Goro; he’s long accepted that his role, at least here, is to be a gun. Shido doesn’t take him here because he values his opinion. He brings him here to show him off.

Goro is Shido’s most prized possession. His greatest achievement.

God, he hates him.