Strange things happened in their quest to defeat the notorious demon, Naraku, and it was in this journey that many were lost. They all had their own reasons, different, as they may have been.
Each of us had our own reasons for what we did, and what we were trying to do, whatever they might have been…
For so long that demon threatened everything about how our world was run, but little did we know that it was actually someone else we should have been more aware of.
But it was after Naraku was killed, and our final enemy that we would face together, was placed before us, that I realized what the legend really meant. The 'Destroyer' as he was called, was meant to kill the man who brought this world into threat. And then all pain vanished, just like it was prophesized, and all feelings left me.
The legend said that the end would return to the beginning, and of course it made no sense what so ever to me, or anyone else. But now I understand it, and what it was we got wrong…
When Sephiroth was killed, our lives started over. it wasn't until recently that I have begun to remember what happened. But it doesn't seem to be happening to anyone else.
Surprisingly, I feel some strange feeling…I feel almost…sad really. Sad for all those who won't ever come into this world again. They were lost to us, and the burden of their deaths is heavy indeed. Aerith, Momo, Mirai…
They will never come to be, and no one may ever remember who they were, and what they died to do. But even if the others never remember what happened…
They will live and remain forever inside of me.
Sesshomaru
Lord of the Western Lands