Giyu struggles with loss.

Giyu prefers to suffer in silence. That's his usual go-to. He's not one to weep openly. But even he has holes in his mental defenses. He couldn't stay away from some form of contact for eternity. No matter how terribly he would like to.

Giyu clutches where his left arm used to be. He's hurt, but he'll live. "Hey...." He rasps. His search becomes frantic. "Hey....!! Where are you...?!"