Priority

The light blue beads would not keep death at bay much longer; it was going to be soon.

Sango shifted in her sleep. She murmured his name and he found himself sighing; why did she only whisper it in such a forbidden way when she was sleeping? He loved her so much; her quick temper, her stubborn ways, how she stuck out her chin when she was proving a point. He knew she loved him in return –his lavender eyes, his calm voice, the curses muttered underneath his breath as though nobody could hear him- but they had agreed to wait.

Since when had revenge become a greater priority than happiness?