The drugs still made it hard for Okita to concentrate, and knowing what he had waiting ahead of him, he realized how poor of a choice he'd made. How else was he supposed to have been able to turn and walk away from Hijikata though? The man had been asking him to believe the lies so they could leave this place together, and Okita had wanted to do just that. He'd never wanted to give up more than in that moment, but he knew, he couldn't. There were too many people here counting on him. If they were doing that anymore.

Changing into his patrol uniform, Okita slid the sword through the improvised cloth loop at his side and sighed. Even though he wanted to stay inside, he had an appointment to keep. Bowing to Guy and wishing him luck tonight, Okita head off down the hall.

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