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An Internal Monologue

When will my husbands return from war. But at the same time.. my husbands need to rest. But at the same time… I miss my husbands. But at the same time… I’m happy they’re relaxing. But at the same time… I wanna have new dork moments. But at the same time… they need to have a private life. But at th-

  • Xiumin: hm idk if I'm feeling this nude eyeshadow
  • Stylist: but you look good in nude eyeshadow
  • *Luhan bursts into the room*
  • *pushes stylist out the way*
  • Luhan: hE LOOKS GOOD NUDE FULLSTOP NAM SAYIN

oh no…now i’m crying…. because why did sakamoto leave the war??

at first we thought he was just tired of seeing death all around him, tired of burying comrades who should have lived long lives… but this…. this disabled arm changes everything.

can you imagine? you’re trying so hard to protect your friends, but you’re no shiroyasha, no noble of fury, no commander of the kiheitai. no, you’re just the loud fellow. the loud fellow with the silver tongue who could recruit soldiers and raise money and get weapons but isn’t the strongest, so you’re the loud fellow who’s ignored, called weak, useless, idiot…

but you keep fighting. you protect them and provide them with supplies and save their lives because although it hurts, you never joined the war for fame and recognition anyway. (”even if i am abandoned by my subordinates, i will never abandon them!”)

but then it happens. you lose your sword arm. the sword is the soul of the samurai, that’s what you were taught. but now it’s gone and you can’t use it and you can’t fight and you can’t protect your friends and now you’re useless because you were too weak and you were an idiot and takasugi said, “you’re dead as a samurai” and if you’re not a samurai what are you?

“he’s not dead. a samurai is not someone who only holds a sword, or who only defeats his enemies in battle. sakamoto tatsuma is not someone that settles his petty battles just with a stick.”

it’s gintoki, of course, who says that. and it’s gintoki you think of when you see your opportunity and decide to put into motion something you’ve always dreamed of: you’re going to space.

after you leave, you’re sure it’s being whispered behind your back. you never hear it with your own ears, but you know the gossip. they’ll pass the story of how you lost your sword arm. of how you, that loud fellow who was weak and useless and an idiot and a coward and a traitor, didn’t just leave the war, but left the planet and left them to die.

a disgrace of a samurai.

but you know better. you know, as you successfully overthrow a gang of slave-trade pirates with not a sword, but only your silver tongue as your weapon. you know, as you look around 10 years later and see YOUR crew working hard and laughing and smiling and living. you know, as you run your hand over the scar that denied you of the sword but granted you the freedom from hell.

yeah, you’re no samurai.

you’re a merchant.