“What” Giyu spoke without even looking in your direction.

You were used to the constant mistreatment from your father. He refused to even look at you most of the time. Giyu was neglectful and unkind. He didn’t like you. He couldn’t help blame you for the death of his wife, his other half. Your mother had died during childbirth, because of you. His eternal misery and sentence to loneliness was all your fault. If you’d never been born this wouldn’t have happened.