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A small part of him wishes to stay beside her. Just in case. But the castle maids humbly request him to step outside into the hall until it is over and done with.

"It would be for the best, Milord," the lead medic had told him moments ago. "It has always been this way."

And it did not take long for the aroma of Rin's salty tears, running sweat, and blood to reach his scenes. She was in pain, and he knew for certain this time he had to no choice other than to let it slide. It was not necessarily his place, or the most appropriate circumstance to act otherwise.

If she could not pull through this, Sesshomaru could already tell he would not be able to forgive, or forget.

He is mentally preparing himself for either one of the two given results. He shall be ready to continue watching over her afterwards. Or to slash the heads off of every demonic and mortal servant staffed on this night, as a punishment for their failure to keep Rin alive. If things went wrong straight to the hells, his wrath would surely bring the hells right back to them.

His little toad imp trots and paces, to and fro, before him timidly and endlessly. (Of course he's too frightened to glance up at his Sire even once.)

Although after some more time of merely waiting there helplessly, listening to her scream and groan for hours...the corridor at last, echoes with the healthy cries of his freed firstborn, his son it seems like at that.

And Rin's weary, but quite joyful laughter, soon follows. She is still well for the most part, after all.

Sesshomaru is satisfied upon hearing both.


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