The Water Breathing Hashira's walk was calm, serene, but no less cautious and alert. Sabito was always an exceptional swordsman, his desire to protect others along with a slightly taunting touch rivaled his abilities and his critical side.

You two were partners, friends in part, taking you under his wing. He liked you a lot, that was not in doubt.

He looked at you with those lavender-gray eyes carefully over his shoulder, as if making sure you stayed close.