She used to hate him because she thought he killed her.

She learned that he hadn't, and she thought she might be able to love him again. But she was wrong, because she had died hating him, and time is frozen for the dead. Her feelings of love are buried, like her body should be.

Sometimes she thinks she might love him more if he really had killed her. She thinks that she is better off now than she was when living. Dead, she can do things she could never do alive. She can feel. She supposes she would say that she can live now, but it doesn't fit.

She can feel a bit of happiness, express occasional sorrow, show her humanity, however absent in body, without fear of death. She knows she can feel hate. She thinks she can even feel love, but she's not sure she wants to.

She spent her life loving in sorrow, wallowing in caring, painful obligations. She died out of love- protecting the world from the evil of the Shikon no Tama. She was able to be killed because she was weakened- by love.

What is left of Kikyou is happy to cast of the shackles of love and grind them into the dirt that is no longer unlike her body.