He’s alive. He’s sitting in a medical bed in the butterfly mansion. But he’s alive.

“I’m okay, see?”

Kyojuro grinned at you, golden eyes shining. He sat up and pulled up one half of his uniform. On the side of his chest, there was a stitched up large scar that looked like there had used to be a deep wound.

“Shinobu fixed me up. I’m really okay!”

Kyojuro grinned at you, and he had a hopeful look in his bright eyes you’d share his happiness.