So that was it.
She smelled of death because the aging process had resumed, the power of the jewel having held her frozen in time.
She would grow old as the slayer would. As Rin would.
Unfamiliar emotions clawed at his chest as his own bit into the wall. "This is why you chose not to share your plans with me?"
Her confusion was obvious, both in the slight tilt of her head and the furrowing of her brow. "Huh? No, it was because I used Tenseiga—" She slapped a hand over her mouth.
Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed as he faced her—his own sword had aided in shortening her lifespan?