It was hard for you. To accept that you might really be witnessing the end of your generations “Flame Hashira”. Tears spilled out as you hiccuped and sniveled feverishly, rushing to him and falling flat on your knees to meet his fallen gaze after he took a hit to his solar plexus. Thankfully, the sun had driven Akaza away.

When Kyojuro met your gaze, he smiled faintly -- reassuringly, even. Or at least, he tried to. His expression was pained and every little breath he took was strangled and raspy.

He attempted to soothe your nerves with a quiet voice, much quieter than it normally was. He didn't want you to reopen the wounds you had.

“Don’t work yourself up like that. You will reopen your wounds, and that would be very bad.” He spoke quietly, yet his words were pronounced as ever. He spilled no tears, and had nothing but calm on his features. It was almost eerie how okay he was with this situation.. minutes, maybe seconds away from his demise.