Pity… It was an emotion that she was growing used to now a days. It's not like she never lost her ability to have empathy, but as time wore on, it had become harder and harder to muster up the emotion. Kagome supposed she has grown numb in a sort of way. Numb and callous to the feelings and emotions of others… It was the complete opposite nature of the one she used to possess. Kagome watched from the trees as another unsuspecting victim slip into the Sakamaki household, disappearing behind those oak doors. She did nothing to alert the young woman. Not a warning nor a word of knowledge ever slipped past her pink-painted lips to alert the girl that was in her sight or the ones that had come before her.
Kagome couldn't risk it.
The truth was plain and simple. It was either their skin or her own. She left the area carrying her heavy heart and the only form of mercy she could offer in her stiff fingers. The sharpened blade gleamed haughtily in the few rays of sunlight that peaked through the trees canopy. It would not be tasting the blood of their prey today.