Inuyasha and all its characters are created by Rumiko Takahashi. I merely occasionally borrow them for my own twisted purposes.
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I've learned not to let myself desire anything. Everything I've wanted, everyone I've let myself care for, has disappeared, one after another. Home, family, love, friendship--none of it belongs to me, not really. My parents died, my brother and his kind reject me. And you. Even you chose her. You chose.
That's why I don't understand. I don't understand why you're here, with me, now.
But I won't question. I've learned not to want, not to ask. If you don't ask, no one can say no.
And so, here you are, once again. You know me. You know that I'll welcome you with open arms. I can't afford to play the games we once played, back when I still had dreams. Hopes. Options, even. You toss me the scraps of your affection, the bones of desire, and, good dog that I am, I devour them as heartily as if it were a feast. You take from me what she can't, or won't, give you, and it costs you so little in return. A smile. A touch. Such a small thing, really.
But it means the world to me. You have no idea how lucky you are, with a family, a home, a wife and a lover both to satisfy all your desires. I can't let myself admit that I have desires, or I would lose everything.
So I content myself with your tables scraps, continue to be your good dog. And hope it will be enough.