Dirty looks from your mother...
"So, she can't be saved?" He held Rin close to his body. It had been foolish he realized a little too late. He let his father sword drop from his hand "I can't save her?" He had reached his limit with her soul; he was no God.
"I'm letting you die for this thing in my hand?" His Rin, his little Rin?
He bent down on one knee holding her closer "Nothing could ever be worth the cost of Rin's life."
In the end, he had the power to purify, to save and the power of demonic death, but it would not save Rin now would it. He thought himself a God, how pathetic.
He closed his eye, remembering it.
He had returned to his mother with Rin and Sango's brother in tow. But Rin was dead and all for a lesson that would change the course of his life.
"What's wrong Sesshomaru, you look dejected," His mother said with her simple tone.
"As you wished your sword is now more powerful na?" He stared at her.
"Should you not be rejoicing at your victory?"
His victory? It wasn't a victory. Rin was dead.
"Did you know what would happen to Rin?" He asked.
His mother's eyes glided to Rin "You have already used the sword on the girl haven't you?" Her eyes went back to him " The sword can only call a person back from death once."
His eyes widen at her truth, and he felt something in the pit of his stomach.
"It is natural my son; life is bound by limits. It is not a thing that can be saved multi times" She tilted her head "Sesshomaru?" Her voice was caring and sweet; it made his skin crawl because he was not sure to it.
"Did you think yourself a god my son?"
He had, and he now knew it was foolish to do so.
"Did you think that you could cheat death?" She laughed "Your father could not, and you my son can not either."
"You were to be taught a lesson about the desire to save the life of a loved one, and the sorrow and fear that comes with that loss" Her voice became stronger as if she were upset with a naughty puppling. Sorror and fear, something he had really never felt before that day.
"Your father said that sword is to be used for healing, much like the human Miko that follows your brother does"
"You may wield it as a weapon, but you must value life."
She folded her hands into her kimono "You must possess a compassionate heart like the Miko Kagome does when she deals with her enemies, you must learn to do that same after all that is the requirements to wield the sword at your side."
In the end, to teach him about compassion Rin had to die. It was his own fault. He no longer even cared about the sword. His mother looked to Jaken "Little demon, why are you crying?"
Jaken balled "I must because by nature my Lord can not!"
Sesshomaru's mother looked back at her son "Oh, Sesshomaru, are you sad?"
He said nothing, he was a demon of little words, but she could read him.
"All this fuss over a little human girl?" His mother stated with an odd face "He has inherited his father's odd traits."
She sighed "Do not expect another chance, my son."
Rin's life was returned to her by the grace of his mother and the power of his father.
The lesson regardless of how he felt about the methods would change the course of his life and he a long life to live. His mother only hoped his father's lesson would imprint on their son so that he would never forget it. At the age of 857, Sesshomaru learned a lot about love and the value of human life.
It was after this that he gave up on trying to kill Kagome.