She was brave.
"The next one will go through your heart, Sesshomaru!"
She was loyal.
This One does not understand why you stand by him when he has failed you.
She was compassionate.
The fire glowed. Highlighting the two figures in the strange bedding. The miko and - a kitsune?
She was just - Kagome.
Memory after memory played through his mind, and a low rumbling growl slipped through his lips as his claws flexed.
Bright blue eyes shinned up at him. The moon setting her skin aglow against the stark contrast of her ebony hair.
"I've never said it, but thank you. For being here. For everything."
Her hand skimmed his wrist, and his body locked at the contact. At the words. At the woman before him.
He had wasted so much time.