"I miss them so much," he mumbles, tears dripping down his cheeks as he covered his face in his haori. He had different views on himself and life, but he couldn't bare to have the tough burden of realizing people died for his pathetic protection.

"I'm a Hashira, yet I wasn't strong enough to save my sister or my friend. I don't deserve to carry this status...." he ranted, covering his mouth to hide his sobs. He hated himself, he didn't want to live like this.

Why can't life just be a simple task to complete? How strange.