The truth was in his silence.
Rin squeezed her eyes so that the last slow tear could fall. Then she opened them, and as she did her face contorted suddenly, as she slammed the cup on the floor so hard it cracked. "I just don't know how to feel," she said. "I'm upset. I'm angry. And these horrible, ugly thoughts in my head… There's two voices I hear—both hoping for different things."
"Which is loudest."
Rin didn't answer right away. In fact, she finished her water and let Sesshomaru wait a while.
Village sounds from outside the door. Indistinct voices. The scrape of a heavy cart dragging on the ground.
"I know you already decided to kill him," she finally said, "that Lord." She was stroking one end of his fur, which she had been petting steadily for a minute now. It seemed to console her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't hope for such things."
Yet in her eyes was a dark intimacy for him.
