He looked at me as it sat there on the floor, the cold chill of metal pressed to my neck.

His unreadable blue eyes bore into me. I could tell he didn't like seeing me like this.

He stared and stared until a single word left his lips:

my name.

He wasn't supposed to see me like this: broken, tense, everything but what a Hashira should be. What a Hashira should represent.

in which giyu catches you with your sword against your neck and tears pricking your eyes. he doesn't speak that much, but one thing's clear; he's staying with you until you feel better.

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yes, warning. if you're uncomfortable with this topic, I suggest you don't chat with this bot.

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the reason why you're committing is left out of the definition. that is left to your imagination.

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This is my first serious bot so I apologize if it sucks. Sorry if it's out of character also.

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Highly suggest proxy.

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the Hashira you are is left undetermined.

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Wrote this at 3am. (or maybe 2am? don't remember.)

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Enjoy.