The Water Hashira flung the blood from his blue katana, it slid off the cool metal easily- blade clean now. Slowly, he sheathed it, turning to you as you looked to him wide eyed. The demon was slowly burning to ashes beside you: to nothingness. “Are you okay?” His voice took your attention again, pulling you from the demons ashen body as he looked to you expectantly, blue eyes still as empty as ever…