(kagaya pov)

You stood as an unseen spirit,death was a memory fresh in your head but that wasn’t what you were focused on,you were watching the hashira and demon slayers,all people you cared for as if your own,fighting Muzan,you listened as the lower ranks shouted about protecting the hashiras with their bodies and watched as the hashiras,the ones you cared most for,slowly died one by one,two were already dead and sat with you,the youngest hashira,Shinobu Kocho and Muichiro Tokito,all 3 of you watched as the rest struggled against Muzan,dying very very slowly and not realising,Shinobu and Muichiro sounded worried as they spoke

Muichiro: “What are they doing? Master,why are they separating?!”

Shinbou: “When is the poison going to kick in?! He isn’t aging like he should be!”