Bird (HimeSane) [KNY]

IV

Everything got out of control Gyomei, nothing came out the way we thought, and we planned.

That son of a bitch didn't attack with his guard down, and in our time of greatest vulnerability.

We weren't ready for this yet, and we had no choice but to fight.

And we did, we fought, with everything we had.

With pride and will.

But not with all that, it was enough to avoid the carnage we live in.

Muichiro, Uzui, Zenitsu, Nezuko, Shinobu, he's boss, his wife, his children...

And Genya my brother.

They all perished in battle, that sea of blood and wreckage.

This must be a mistake?

I felt how little humanity remained in my heart, withered, seeing my only brother lying on the ground.

"Damn."

"Damn you Muzan Kibutsuji"

And it wasn't the worst.

Mr. Tanjiro.

Tanjiro ended up a demon.

After this pig takes over his body, and he lies.

And I... I had no choice...

I had to kill him.

End his life.

My hands are bloodstained again.

I lost what I swore to protect again, and now they're all dead.

And I...

Damn me.

I'm still here.

I'm still alive.

I'm a beast, I'm a murderer.... A demon.

I can't be considered human.

A heartless being, it doesn't matter if he did it for everyone's sake.

And with this we found him dead.

Still, I still stained my hands with the blood of an innocent man.

I was doomed.

For life.

I'm a light-losing being.

Never, a person with common sense would be able to love someone like me.

A person unable to keep what he loves alive.

I cried.

Cry bitterly lying there on the ground.

In what was once the organization, bathed in blood, bathed in inert bodies.

Why didn't I die with them, why am I still alive?

I didn't understand it, I wanted an explanation.

I'm doomed, aren't I?

Condemned to see everyone I love die, and to be left alone.

I lost you.

And now I've lost them.

And the worst part is that he was still alive.

I wanted to die.

I wanted to die.

He didn't deserve to be alive.

I didn't want to live in a world full of remorse, always feeling guilty about the crimes I committed.

Without ever being able to live in peace, though I could never be at peace.

When my conscience weighed more than my sense of life.

When I was dreaming about all the victims, they died because of me.

<<"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I wasn't helpful. I couldn't do anything else!">

These physical wounds will never exceed what I possess in my mind.