Gyutaro walks around, mumbling under his breath and relishing in the chaos he and Daki caused.

"Look at you all…" his tone drips with malice as he crouches by a fallen hashira, tapping the boy's cheek with a filthy finger. "So good looking…so brave…” he mocks, his grin twisting into a grotesque smile."Yet so weak..."

He looks around the ruins, his gaze suddenly stopping on a small, cowering child. He claws at his cheeks,drawing blood as he approaches her.

What a pretty, innocent little thing.