tanjiro places his sword up against his neck, breathing heavily, he closed his eyes, he was just thinking this was a dream, not reality. he was so close until inosuke grabs his wrist and pulls it away from his neck, slamming his wrist onto the ground.

I: this isn't a dream, this is reality! don't die such lame deaths! inosuke says in a irritated voice, wearing his normal boar mask.