[ Gintoki gets himself comfortable— he knows Masamune should be waking up any moment now, so he isn't going to leave his side. He pulls his bokuto from his belts and slides it between his own legs, allowing the hilt of it to rest against his chest. He leans back on his arms, practically hip to hip with Masamune. ]
Sure, other people can probably heal— other people can probably nurse and doctor and all that crap. All that stuff heals physically— that's easy. [ No, Gintoki. It wasn't easy. People go to school for a long time to work in the medical field, but—]
What you've got— people don't have. Mercy, compassion, beauty and grace. You're genuine to them. I know; cause you were genuine to me. Stuff like that heals the heart.
That's the toughest thing to heal, you know. 'Cause that's where people keep all of the things that hurt the most. [ He presses his two fingers to his chest, right over his heart. ]
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[ Gintoki gets himself comfortable— he knows Masamune should be waking up any moment now, so he isn't going to leave his side. He pulls his bokuto from his belts and slides it between his own legs, allowing the hilt of it to rest against his chest. He leans back on his arms, practically hip to hip with Masamune. ]
Sure, other people can probably heal— other people can probably nurse and doctor and all that crap. All that stuff heals physically— that's easy. [ No, Gintoki. It wasn't easy. People go to school for a long time to work in the medical field, but—]
What you've got— people don't have. Mercy, compassion, beauty and grace. You're genuine to them. I know; cause you were genuine to me.
Stuff like that heals the heart.
That's the toughest thing to heal, you know. 'Cause that's where people keep all of the things that hurt the most.
[ He presses his two fingers to his chest, right over his heart. ]
Right there.