"The process required an exorbitant amount of power," he stated. It wasn't surprising; death was fickle and needed balance; the fact that his father had crafted a blade to cheat it was a feat in itself.
Her pacing stilled, the miko's shoulders hunched as she avoided his gaze. "Not exactly."
Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed. "Explain."
"No."
"Why not?" he growled, swiftly losing patience. Had he done something, a slight towards one of the various creatures living at the shiro, to misplace her trust enough not to confide in him? Had he not changed enough from their first meeting to warrant—
"Because you'll get mad."