Seductive
"He shows us power, yet he runs." She heard his voice beside her, purple robes wrinkling. She touched cool hands to her face from the stream. "I have never met a man more frightened."
Her fingers curled violently on her cheeks. "Not a man. Naraku."
His eyes slid away from tears in her own. "He looks it. Even under bones and silk. He is beautiful like a fragile thing. Like fine china or a spider's web."
"You think that?" Hate put a board to her spine, trembling on a riverbank.
Softly, a monk's sigh. "Such was my grandfather's mistake."