Sesshomaru didn't know what to think of it at first. He glowered at her through silver strands. The look didn't seem right on her face. But make no mistake, the slaughterer in him knew such a look. Just as it knew grief could show as anger today and as melancholy tomorrow.

"I said they were ugly thoughts. But I can't cry anymore and it's the only one left."

She was staring at the floor when he started to talk.

"You say things I want to hear, yet you apologize for it."

Stirring a little, but still angry. "I don't know how to answer that," she said.