With that, Zenitsu Agatsuma threw open the door, looking ready to die a hero's death. But tears still streamed down his face as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Come on! Kill me!!!"
Tanjiro was speechless. He glanced at Tetsu no Sosuke, apparently worried that Tetsu no Sosuke might actually cut Zenitsu Agatsuma down in a fit of anger.
Tetsu no Sosuke walked up to Zenitsu Agatsuma and looked him over from head to toe.
Zenitsu Agatsuma cried even harder. "Are you looking for the best place to stab me?"
"Am I holding a knife?" Tetsu no Sosuke asked, his expression darkening.
Zenitsu Agatsuma looked at him, then sobbed harder still. "Are you going to beat me to death with your fists? Or twist my head off and use it as a stool?"
"...Your head would only be fit for a toilet." Tetsu no Sosuke was getting annoyed.
Zenitsu Agatsuma froze, then flew into a rage. "I'm going to die, and you're still being this cruel?"
"Enough." Tetsu no Sosuke grabbed him by the collar, hauled him over to the tatami, and pushed him down into a sitting position.
He studied Zenitsu Agatsuma's eyes. They were filled mostly with fear, but a glimmer of reason flickered through them too.
Tetsu no Sosuke looked closely. Eyes were windows to the soul. Things a person couldn't express or put into words often left traces there.
Unfortunately, even looking this closely, Tetsu no Sosuke found nothing beyond that fleeting glimmer of reason.
He stood up and rubbed his chin, lost in thought.
Zenitsu Agatsuma sat like a lamb awaiting slaughter, but the killing blow never came. At last, he turned to Tanjiro. "Tanjiro, I'm going to die. Tell Nezuko that my love for her was real. It's a shame we never