The admittance, even in Muzan's flat tone, strikes him strangely. He hadn't been banking on Muzan's victory for any of his goals, but it had always existed as some nebulous guarantee in the world. The sun rose, the grass grew, Muzan would eventually succeed against the slayers.
It seems even he could be overestimated. Akaza would probably have a laugh about it later. Even as strong as he was, he wouldn't bring Muzan's ire onto him already.
"So, do you have a current plan? ....there are a handful of the Slayers here on the island. I have encountered - one of them and seen another in passing."
His fingers are trembling until he curls them into his palms.
"I haven't yet gauged if they're weakened like we are, but we are missing some of our more inconvenient weaknesses."
The information was... concerning. Only mildly. As much as a bright light hurts to look at when you've had the lights off for so long.
"Death is meaningless here."
Muzan states flatly.
"If the Slayers are here, fight them if you wish to. Kill. Be killed. There is no plan besides existing. There is no overarching goal. Oddly enough, the sun doesn't burn here."
He pauses.
"It's strange, I will admit. Getting what I wanted in the end, but not in the way I expected. I can't find it in me to be bothered."
