"And what if it had not?"
"But it did." She lifted her chin, daring him to question her methods, and Sesshoumaru was torn between shaking her and doing something far more satisfying.
"Do you consider your life so worthless that you would risk it in such a permanent way?"
"Of course not!"
Crimson bled into his eyes, his face a hair's breadth from hers. "And yet you have condemned those who care for you to watch you wither and die."
Her mouth opened to argue her point further when his words registered, blood draining from her face. "That's not—I didn't think—"
"No. You certainly did not."