⠀ great they are with medicine. i mean, i guess it’s their job to be, but still.” he doesn’t know where he’s going with this; anything to fill the silence, right?
⠀ the request feels foreign to the boy, evidenced by his furrowing of brows. still, he doesn’t let his confusion last————time is of the essence. and in a moment as decisive as this,
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somewhat unique. it was welcome, but not here. not now. his atonement wasnt complete. there were still demons to fell. still people to help. he needed to stay alive.
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⠀ he can 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙 iguro slipping away with every moment of silence. thus, he continues. “and then.. they’ll get here, and they’ll heal you, and you’ll be alright. it’s amazing, how
⠀ if it weren’t for his sharp nose, which sensed tokito’s presence long before their voice announced it, tanjiro would’ve been caught off guard. blade drops a bit, smile painting his
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⠀ “ tanjiro. ” voice calls from behind, following silent and light footsteps. it just so happens the hashira had come with similar intent. yet, his restlessness doesn’t go without notice or concern.
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