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A/N: Hi there. i said I'd write this, so, here it is. This is more of a drabble than a one-shot, but... whatever. I've written shorter and passed them off as one-shots, so I guess this can pass for one to.
Enjoy!
If there was one thing Shang would always feel guilty about, it would be leaving Mulan up in the mountains to die. He hadn't regretted it at the time. Guilt hadn't swayed him from ending his now-wife's life. It had been because of honor - because she had saved him. Saved his troop. Save their lives. But she had been a woman, dressed as a man.
And he had been so close from killing her, from striking her dead where she was in the snow, with her head bowed, waiting for him to bring the blade down.
He would never forgive himself for that.
Ever.
Some nights, like tonight, he would lie awake next to her, and allow guilt to consume him for hours at a time. He would allow the heavy feeling to swallow him whole, and then spit him back out, over and over again until the first light of dawn was visible outside their bedroom window.
Mulan had told him countless times that he had been doing what he had thought was right. She had told that it was okay, that she forgave him.
But he didn't think he would ever forgive himself.
Not ever.
No matter what Mulan told him.