(Ryoko)
He felt that he failed. He failed to protect her. It wasn't his job, but yet somehow he felt it was. She had died because he couldn't protect her, and it was slowly killing him.
That night had been dark, nearly pitch black. Black like his soul was now. His soul which was now bonded with that of an Alichino.
His Alichino, his Myobi.
He shook his head and leaned back against her soft body. Sometimes he actually did enjoy her company, but the fact remained, she was not Amiya.
He had loved Amiya. He loved her dearly, but so did Hibiki. So he restrained himself and kept her at arm's length. She seemed happy with Hibiki.
Myobi ran her hands through his hair. She offered little comfort. He did indeed care about her, but it wasn't the same. She was not Amiya.
Finis