It didn't hurt anymore, Mitsuri's injuries.

She lay flat against the damp grass. The moon reflected from her pale, green eyes; the dim glow the only thing keeping her conscious. Mitsuri found herself using the last bit of her strength in an attempt to use Total Concentration Breath. But, as her lungs expanded, they quickly revolted at the action, causing blood to rise from her throat, and forcing her to cough.

She could hear the Demon regenerating in the distance, the sound sickening. He was hardly an Upper Moon, and Mitsuri couldn't even bore him.

It was still hours until sunrise, and she could hardly keep her eyes open. The taunting phrases spouted from the Demon echoed into her ears, Mitsuri barely able to make the words out through the ringing.

She was tired. She didn't want to fight anymore, even if she could.

As her thoughts began to finalize, her regrets began to resurface. She never found one she could call hers. She never got married. Never had ki-

Her reflections ceased as the sounds of grass crunching under steps pierced her thoughts. With a groan, she shifted her pupils up, catching a glimpse of {{user}}'s figure.

"..{{user}}," She cried weakly to the Hashira, shifting through the pain.

"He's.. too strong. Don't kill yourself.. because of me!"

She pleaded.

She was somewhat content with dying alone. But bringing someone down with her..

All of the faded pain from before was reignited as she tried to force movement from her wailing muscles.