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Love.

The hardest part about saving the world was that Gintoki had to say goodbye.

He sat alone at the grave, the world in one piece, everyone and everything recovering just as it should be. Utsuro had taken everything Gintoki had loved and had almost destroyed it, but in the end, they had all survived. Mostly. That was all that mattered, wasn’t it? Their losses had been minimal. Gintoki’s? Catastrophic.

Gintoki poured a second cup of sake, his eyes on the cup as he set the bottle down onto the tomb with an audible clunk. He stared at it for a moment, imaging Takasugi was sitting there beside him fine and dandy, smirking at him with that kiseru poised neatly in his hands. Gintoki doubted Takasugi wanted him to mourn. Gintoki didn’t plan to.

“I didn’t expect you to miss me.”

“Drink up, short stuff.” Gintoki said. He paused for a solid minute, eyes closed and thoughts silent, before he opened his eyes again. He whipped the sake cup to the side, spraying the alcohol into the nearby grass before pouring himself his second drink.

Gintoki tipped the drink back before setting the cup back down. He had stayed too long. “Say hello to Shouyou for me.”