and the billboard said: 'the end is near'

Mitsuri is silent, cradling the confession close to her chest; she ponders it as she presses it into her ribs as though she hopes to absorb it and to truly feel the way Shinobu does. To sigh with the same lungs and to cry with the same eyes, to know what their hearts have suffered. That is the gift of Mitsuri’s breath style. Complete and undoubted empathy and feeling.She smooths down her haori. “I think it’s pretty,” she says finally, then adds quickly, “I know I think a lot of things are pretty, but it’s special. You work around the chinks in your amour, find a way to keep going. That’s really pretty.”///Being a demon-slayer and watching all of your friends die around you is tough. Mitsuri knows this first hand, and yet she still wants to spend her life with the girl she loves.