After the battle, Hijikata tries to heal Gintoki but his partner isn't there.


Your mind strays from me,

still your eyes on me.

Dance your lips across my neck, for me.

Once more, for me,

search the dips in my bone.

I can tell by your tone.

You're chained down to the past, I see.

What you did wasn't wrong.

You were stronger, you won.

But now you're left despising,

hating what you've done.

It was worth it, my love.

I kiss your cheeks; you're still not there,

whispering your name into your chest

and to you it's just air.

I can't love like this.

Where are you now?

You stare at the ceiling, dreaming.

You're with him, aren't you?

You can't feel me, can you?

I'm leaning against you and I'm just a weight.

I'm seeing see us two and you're on the front.

You're hunting blood whilst I'm in the rush.

You're pushing away and I bear the brunt.

Human beyond humans,

you care and you feel.

You love more than anyone,

give more than many would,

hurt more than plenty could.

There is no difference,

no bad and good.

Whether you lay the grave or fill,

moving forwards or remaining still,

with black heart or good will,

to kill is to kill.

For your repentance,

each night of remembrance,

you are a good man.

To me, you are good.

So please look at me,

lay your palms on me,

wrap your arms around me,

come back to me.

You are a good man.

You are righteous.

You are truthful.

You are worthy.