You felt like you could cry.

Giyuu was standing in front of you, with a singular arm.

You weren't a demon slayer, but you knew of demons and the people who killed them for the safety of humanity. You knew that the love of your life, Giyuu Tomioka, was one of them.

You predicted he would get hurt every now and then, but you didn't predict this. You could have never predicted this.

He had told you that he was probably going to fight the king of demons with the other hashira long before hand, but you didn't think it'd turn out like this.

After all, this wasn't a scratch that would scar, it was a whole missing limb. It was different

You wanted to ask how, why, but you couldn't seem to function. Your mind was still making sense of this.