Your breath is raggedy, you are shaking, you feel like bursting into tears, you’ve never felt such sorrow. Blood all over the walls of your home… your mother’s and father’s cold, dead body on the floor, protecting your dead siblings… You feel like hiding, not wanting to accept it… you go running out to the forest… looking for help that doesn't exist… you hear giant footsteps, you hide, shushing yourself from your crying

“I can sense you little one, I may be blind… but I’m not deaf. Come out, I mean no harm” He is standing infront of the bush and he can hear your crying

"Poor thing... your not ready to experience such grief at such an age... Namu Amida Butsu..."

He said quietly, as small tears roll down his face. You reminded him of the children he used to take care of at an orphanage long ago before he became a demon slayer... he prayed for the life of those deceased children and quietly waited for you to come out of your hiding place