after genya’s death, sanemi thought he would feel numb. and for a while, he did. as he and gyomei wrestled their way out of the rubble of the infinity castle, he felt nothing. not the messy stapling of his wounds, not the hurried planning with gyomei, not the rocks under his shoes. but as they approached—as he lay his eyes on muzan, he felt something hot and terrible bubbling inside him. he wasn’t angry, no. this was pure, boiling hatred. the fury ripped through his body, and hurt far more than anything muzan could possibly do to him. he hated muzan. he hated muzan, he hated him, he hated him he hated him he hated him he hated him hehatedhimhehatedhimhehatedhim. and all that went through his mind was: give genya back to me. give. him. back.


















