[Sakamoto has to smile, because otherwise he'd just cry instead. While he was fading into darkness, the thought of Zura or any of the others facing the same thing was more painful than going through it himself. Had their friends, Gintoki and Takasugi, experienced the same dreadful nightmare just before their beds fell empty?

He doesn't know.]

Hah?

[That sound is so obnoxious, such typical Sakamoto. He holds up his hand as though he's guilty, and although they're bleeding still.]

Business? Damn! I dunno!

You know, you know, I'm a business man~! I got all sorta business with ya.

But mostly funny business.

[He keeps his arms above his head, although his smile is kind, sincere.]

Good ta know yer still around, goofball. ♥

I hope it hasn't been too quiet, while I've been gone.

[Zura will notice little things that would tip him off- Even through the blood, Sakamoto's scar is in the right place. He's sweaty and tired looking, smiling despite the evident wear and tear that's worked its way into his muscles and his body, and he still continues to joke around.

Even though everything's terrible- That's him, alright.]