He could feel it creeping up on him, threatening to overtake him. It was painful, pure agony to not give himself to his inner beast. His thoughts became darker by the moment. How could he be alone? Why, why him ? What had he done to warrant this kind of punishment? Eyes flickered from red to white and back again. Magenta stripes appeared. Tessaiga thrummed with power, harshly combating with Inuyasha's beast. He was subdued, for only a second.
Come to me, Inuyasha's beast beckoned to him, making false promises of support and power. Inuyasha would never be without him.