footnotes: I don’t feel like I captured it properly :/
There is a fierce fire within you and it is growing rapidly, fueled by angerredredredred.
It rages on, the flames spreading within the depths of your soul.
You tremble a little, sometimes.
It’s consuming you.
You see the redredredred of the battlefield.
You’re turning hysterical by the sight of blood – but you feel the most alive in the midst of chaos and you’d rather feel anger than feel that emptiness in your heart.
You gave everything to your teacher (your hopestrustdreams) and the aliens took him away from you ruthlessly.
Perhaps you got lost on the way, but it’s too late to turn back now.
You walk away from the flames, leaving behind explosions that leave the ground barren.
They’re old comrades – the pair of them.
Gintoki and Katsura – talented yet eccentric, the whole lot of you were like that.
Gintoki leads his life carefree, seeking to help those around him. Katsura’s will has gone weak – his attempts to remove the aliens do not result in anything.
The both of them disgust you – they’ve turned weak.
A part of you wants to let them go, for old time’s sake, yet you’re angry at them for letting go of the past – for forgiving those aliens who took away your teacher’s life (did they forget what they were fighting for).
Another part of you feels left behind.