He felt many things, and that in itself was strange. He had always assumed that when this unavoidable event occurred that he would loose the ability to feel. But it was undeniable there were defiantly feelings swirling through his heart. Happiness, fear, and gratitude fought for dominance within him. He was happy that he had managed to bring Naraku down with him. Fearful of the fate that he had been dealt, and sorrowful that he had brought her down with him. She was never meant to be harmed none of them were. He had honestly tried his best to insure that they would all walk away unscathed, but in the heat of battle nothing was an absolute. She should have just stayed away as he had ordered her to do, but really she could not be blamed. It would have been against her nature to walk away from one that she loved in need, even if she realized that need would swallow her whole. She was after all a fighter. She descended from a long line of warriors and those instincts ran strong through her veins. One thing he was sure of Naraku had been sent to some separate place, and just as he knew that he would not be able to reach him, the vile being would not be able to reach out and touch him. But she was a different story. Fate had granted a small kindness. She was not beyond his reach, and so he set out to find her. They would not have to suffer this ugly fate alone he promised as he set out to find her through an unrelenting darkness. The darkness of the void.
She was more afraid than she ever had been before. Not to mention she was loosing hope, but she thought that must be the effects of the void. By nature it literally sucked life from everything. Why would emotion be any different? Surrendering to the sorrow she dropped to her knees and began to reflect. Everything had been falling into place. Inuyasha had managed to finally harness the immense power of his father's fang putting an end to their mission finally in sight. Even her love life had finally began to look up, making her feel that she now knew where she belonged. But in one fateful moment that had all been ripped away. She set there no longer having the will to go on when she heard a barely audible noise from somewhere around her. She began to tremble she had no way of knowing what was lurking around her; the darkness was absolute. Fear gripped her heart as she remembered all of the enemies that had met their fate in this void, and she was powerless. How could she fight what she could not see? But then she heard something else, something that managed to make her feel a slight joy. It was him, and he was calling to her.
"Hello," Miroku tentatively called out "are you here?"
Taking just a moment to recompose herself from the fear that she had almost succumbed to she replied "I am here. A little to your left I think." Then joy surged through her as she felt something that she had assumed she never would again; touch. Miroku had reached out and grasped her hand.