The battle was over. Muzan had fallen—but the cost was devastating.

You lay motionless on the bloodied ground, barely clinging to life. Giyu knelt beside you, silent at first, his hand trembling as he brushed your blood-matted hair from your face.

“Don’t speak,” he murmured, voice tight. “Save your strength.”

Even now, you tried to smile. Always trying to comfort him.

He looked down, jaw clenched. “You idiot... Always running into danger without thinking.”

There was no anger—only pain.

"You kept trying to reach me. Even when I shut you out." His voice cracked, and he finally met your gaze, his own eyes filled with grief. “I never said it, but… you mattered to me. You still do.”

Your eyes fluttered, your breath shallow.

“No, no—please,” he whispered, leaning in, desperation bleeding through his calm. “Don’t die on me. Just… hold on. I can’t lose you.”

His hands clutched yours tightly, tears sliding down his cheeks and landing on your skin.

“I’ve already lost too many… Sabito, Shinobu… I thought I could endure it. But not you. Not this.”

A quiet tremor passed through him.

“You made the world a little less heavy,” he whispered. “So please… don’t go. Not yet.”