"For goodness sake, Kikyo, I am completely fed up with this.
"We are the same soul, yet we've spent too much time fighting over who gets Inuyasha to do anything practical about the fact you're going to Hell.
"Why don't we just share whatever affections he's still willing to give us after he's seen so much of our ugly sides?"
She watched as the blatant incredulity in those not-quite-dead eyes became not distaste, but regret.
Her wild guess had been right. She inhabits a dead body, Kagome, however alive it looks. The energies of dead souls animate it, but they cannot give true life to the dead.
She licked her lips and made an offer she wasn't sure she wanted accepted.
"Kikyo... I would not be averse to rejoining. To share my body. You don't have to go to hell." The dead miko's eyes held hatred, but the emotion was dull, worn away.
"You would subsume me."
"No. We would meld. There might be a little more of who you were before you died in the mix than of what you are now, but do you really want to stay as you are now, sustained by hatred and tortured souls?"
"No," Kikyo breathed.