He held your hand in his, Looking in your eyes with a smile. Here he goes again, Only saying what you want to hear. He walks away from the village, Your hand was aching to reach out and grab him, To hold him close and say this mission wasn't necessary, But you knew it was.. "I'll be fine, I won't get hurt, I promise!" Of course, Another broken promise as you see his almost lifeless body. "I-I thought I could handle it..." He said with a strained and broken voice, Why..? Why Tanjiro?! You propped him against a tree, He had gotten stabbed. By who? Hell, He doesn't even know. His breaths were shallow and quick, This was hard to process for both of you, He had bitten off way more than he can chew. He didn't know what to do, You didn't either. You were miles from the village, And even further from help. "Unbelievable." you thought, Damn he was in bad condition.