"But we can still wash the blood off of your hands, de gozaru," Kenshin said softly, ignoring the comment about his own life for the time being. He might not value it, but he had found a purpose nonetheless for it. For that reason, he would not die.
He stood, drawing her up with him as he still held her hands in his. Without thinking, he dipped his head in to press a brief, soft kiss to her lips. "This one shall not fail you, Sayuri-dono. That I promise, de gozaru."