Eo Tempore
You can't really condemn anyone, can you? Because it's always been you—it's always been you.
At the beginning, you released the Jewel, the dog, the spider. Your soul, no matter what form, is the taint of this world, the will of this world now. Again. Always.
But it's not me it's not me I'm more than my soul I'm Kagome Kagome Kagome—But the Well knows. You have forgotten, but the Well remembers. The Well retrieved you and put you in the proper time. You are multiplied, the KagomeKikyou that belongs here, the KagomeKikyou that has become, has always been, the cycle. It's the best kept secret: the Jewel can never die, can never be used, can never disappear.
And you've always known, even when you've forgotten. The Jewel can't be wished on, that's not its point. Somehow, you've always known that its only use is to be pursued. The dog, the spider, they will never stop pursuing; they will never reach the destination. The Jewel can't be wished on.
You, out of everyone, are the only one who can't be forgiven. You are the only one who knows.
And this is your guilt. The old man in the hut at the end of the dirt path always gives you flowers—"for your purity, for your devotion to duty"—and you accept, accept, accept, and you are guilty, because in a way, you are his mother—in a way, you created this world. In a way, you are his mother, and you have created this world that will kill him, because you changed the world so absolutely when you came to exist—but, of course, you have always existed—that it is unrecognizable. But you accept his flowers and his words because he deserves something, even if it is only your acceptance, only your guilt for creating this grotesque story, this endless cycle. The guilt is that you already know, and can't tell anyone; the Jewel is you and you are Kikyou and Kikyou is the Jewel and the Jewel alone is not a wish but together, it becomes one.
It was a long time ago that you realized this. The Jewel is just a shadow, the mindless grunt that gives temporary power. The soul is the temporal force of will, the soul—the KagomeKikyou—is the wish.
This is your guilt. The children play with headless dolls and the warriors weep for their brothers and you will dig graves and nothing matters, nothing will ever matter, because this is a cycle, and they have died before and will die again. The Jewel can never be used because it exists in the same cyclical way that the KagomeKikyou soul is endlessly reincarnated, and the wish has already been wished, as it is always being wished by the soul—to exist, to exist, to exist.
The dog will fight, the spider will plot, and they will never realize, never ever realize, that they have been here before. The Jewel, the soul, the KagomeKikyou can't let them leave, because they have already made the wish to exist, and they need the dog and the spider to exist, exist, exist endlessly.
This is the way it has to be. And your friends will never know. They look to you and see a martyr and will never know of how little you have truly suffered, because you gain so much more from this wish than what you lose from it—you are alive.
And that's what you, KagomeKikyou Shikon no Tama, have always hungered for. By willpower alone, you exist.
You can't condemn anyone. It's always been you. Your guilt means nothing, because you are the god of this world. At the endbeginning, you will make a wish to exist in this ouroboros, and that wish will always be wished, at every moment. You exist eternally.