Disclaimer: Ruroken isn't mine.

1867. Tenth year of Meiji. Just before Kogoro Katsura's death.

Do I have regrets? Of course.

It was war. We all make sacrifices during wartime.

I know his was the greatest. It nearly destroyed him. Had it taken his mind, I'd have had to finish him.

I'm grateful he was stronger than I'd expected.

I've seen him only once these nine years, while travelling. He looked the same, but he was so different. Sitting peacefully, playing with some children. Laughing. I didn't approach. I have no place in his life now.

Yes. I have regrets. His sad past is one.

But I can forgive myself knowing that he's alright.

He survived.