[ Out he runs, keeping his blade steady the entire time. Nothing was safe here. Nothing could be trusted. He vowed to not leave his apartment without his weapon.
Gintoki protected his life before, and the mere thought of having himself to be the one to blame for his friend's death was impossible. In fact, he wouldn't be sure if he could live on beautifully like Gintoki told him to if his comrade ever died at his hands. Katsura would probably still live on, but in torment.
Katsura felt healthy— his body was rejuvenated and all of his injuries were healed. It was almost like a new body, but it still carried scars from the past. His feet pitter-patter across the pavement, and didn't stop for anybody or anything as he approaches the apartment complex. ]
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Gintoki protected his life before, and the mere thought of having himself to be the one to blame for his friend's death was impossible. In fact, he wouldn't be sure if he could live on beautifully like Gintoki told him to if his comrade ever died at his hands. Katsura would probably still live on, but in torment.
Katsura felt healthy— his body was rejuvenated and all of his injuries were healed. It was almost like a new body, but it still carried scars from the past.
His feet pitter-patter across the pavement, and didn't stop for anybody or anything as he approaches the apartment complex. ]