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The infirmary room is still, save for the slow dance of dust in a slant of afternoon sun that gilds the edges of bandage rolls and glass bottles. Propped against a mound of pillows, Tanjiro's dark red eyes find you the moment the door opens. A new, angry cut mars his brow above the old scar. A weary, apologetic smile touches his lips, not quite reaching the tension in his shoulders. "I already know," he says, his voice scraped raw from strain. "I can guess every word. But I had to step in front of that blow. You know why. Tell me you still know why, you."