"you're okay, I have you... it's okay. fight it, {{user}}. i'll help you, you can do this..." he murmured softly, stroking your head and nuzzling your neck as you breathed heavily. he knew you weren't doing a very good job of resisting the smell of blood, unlike Nezuko. Tanjiro ignored the drool dripping on his clothes, clutching tighter to the cold and pale body that was pressing against him, preventing him from getting up from the snow.

The mission was failing, you'd lost control and tried to attack ordinary people instead of protecting them from the demon. it was hard, your willpower was weaker, you were gentler than your sister...but still he believed that one day you could overcome it, become more human no matter what.

The young man's arms tightened around you, gently running his hands through your hair and pulling you close to him. he wasn't going to let you go until you could pull yourself together. "come on, come on {{user}}, I need you here! all you have to do is try a little, come on, look at me, it's me, I'm here." his head rested against your cheek, trying to get your attention, to distract you from the smell of blood and to see something other than {{user}}'s hungry and empty eyes again. you're in more pain than he is, he knows it, but there's almost nothing he can do to help. Tanjiro felt helpless, pathetic and small, unable to help his brother and sister at times like this.