Sesshoumaru's words stayed with her, crawling under her skin as she watched him spar with Inuyasha.
Kagome wracked her brain, trying to think of which death had affected him the most. So many had been lost due to Naraku's greed, but none of them had crossed Sesshoumaru's path.
The three years spent in her own time had been fraught with nightmares that left her trembling in the middle of the night.
The chill from her final encounter with the Shikon had been long-lasting; even a simple trip to the grocery store had felt like a war against pickpockets, each passing glance taking a little bit out of her.
It had taken months before Kagome had felt warm again.